Desperado | Lee Felix

destiny

Ever since you were born, you've been told what you were supposed to be in the future. First by your family, then by the council of elders, and eventually, your whole district once they figured out your fate had been sealed. You were expected to exceed and to be the best of your clan, and your every little movement was watched to make sure that this happened.

You lived in the District 9 region of the Young Wings empire. This empire stretched on for miles around the globe and was the world's biggest. The people in the empire were proud of their wealth and success. But not you and the rest of District 9.

There was a time when District 9 had been as wealthy as every other region in the empire. But over time, as the empire expanded, the royal family began to neglect the region, as it was the smallest and therefore, the least important. The people that lived in District 9 rarely received word or any shipments of necessary supplies from the capital. Many people died off, and District 9 became even smaller, causing just another reason for the empire to continue to ignore your District.

However, the people soon learned that the royal family wasn't going to do their job, and that they would have to take care of themselves. They created their own government, that was still there today, known as the council of elders. They farmed our own food, and made their own supplies. They got water from the coast, and extracted the salt out of it, to make it drinkable. They didn't rely on the capital or the royal family anymore, they were their own people, and they worked hard for themselves.

You were pretty sure you were the only government in the entire world that wasn't corrupt yet, and you weren't even your own country.

You thought of all this as you stood outside the old doors of the sanctuary, where the council of elders waited. The council of elders were the 'government' you'd just been thinking about. They were the ones that had put your region back into place, after it had been kicked off the social spectrum.

Now they were waiting for you, so that they could speak to you, like they did once every month.

You shivered, because the cold months were starting, and soon you'd have to start wearing the woolen uniforms that you hated. But you pushed that thought from your mind, because you had to focus.

One slip-up in front of the council of elders, could result in you being banished from District 9, and then where would you go?

Taking a deep breath, you slowly pushed open the doors.

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"Welcome y/n."

Elder Rhiannon's booming voice rang through the big room. The other elders sat along with him in tall chairs, in front of a tall table, towering above the rest of the room. You often wondered how they got to the chairs that were so high, but you mostly kept that thought to yourself.

There were nine elders in the room, including Elder Rhiannon. You weren't sure of the names of everyone else, but you recognized them by distinct features they each held.

Another elder, the one with a strangely long nose, began to speak.

"I am sure you are well aware of your destiny, and the purpose you exist for on this planet, y/n?"

"Yes sir," you replied shortly and with respect.

"Then," another one began to speak, this time the one with abnormally long ears, "you know what we wish to speak with you about."

You gulped, "Y-yes sir."

The elders narrowed their eyes at your nervousness, thinking it was a sign of weakness. But you had every right to be nervous, about what they were talking about.