I never wanted any of this to happen. I just wanted to go to school, grow up in Anjuelyan, and do what was expected to become a high level worker of the Magic Dimension. I just wanted to be normal.
I never wanted my best friend killed, or my acqaintences murdered. I see that this whole time, I was wrong.
In the games, no one can comfort you. No one will try to protect you. No one will work with you. Except your chosen tribute, of course. If you don't be careful, you can die in an instant. Your loved ones. Gone.
In Magix, there are 13 realms. Domino, the fire realm, is the most prosperous one. At least, one of the most prosperous. It is among the higher class half of the realms. Solaria is the second realm, the realm of light. Lynphea, the realm of nature, is the most likely to win the games. Andros, the Second Water Realm, is a powerful and prosperous realm. Zenith is a very technological realm. Melody, Molaris, Jakerin, Quential, Dimentium, and Sareenix.
I come from Anjuelyan, one of the higher tier realms. My family protested against the Games, thinking they were punishing us for what our ancestors did: keeping something from them. So they force us to compete in the games.
My name is Julia. And my life is over.
