We're Limitless

Oh, Catastrophe

I sighed heavily as I slipped the white mask that covered half my face back on. I just wanted to see how I looked with it on, technically it wasn't mine.

Yet.

This mask would only be worn by leaders of the White Empire during meetings with the Black Empire, or really, during any public speaking whatsoever.

The Black Empire had a black mask that covered their entire face, plus they had to wear a heavy black hoodie. I could at least get away with half a mask, my strapless white dress that fell just above my knees, and my top hat.

Okay, the top hat isn't uniform, but why would you want to miss any opportunity to wear a top hat? Or at least, thats what my brother always said..

A female leading the White Empire?

How ridiculous.

She's going to ruin us.

Leadership should go to her father.

Hasn't he gone mad?

Yes, but an insane leader is better than a female one.

I glared at myself in the wide bathroom mirror, hearing these spiteful words from other members of the White Empire replay in my head.

They talked like I couldn't hear them.

A female leader was unheard of. I looked myself over, the white half-mask and top hat both accentuated my long, black hair quite strangely, and my bright green eyes that were lined in jet-black eyeliner also stood out quite noticeably.

I slipped the mask back off and held it in my hands, turning it slightly, admiring the craftsmanship. This mask belonged my brother, Andrew. He was supposed to be the leader but something happened, he just.. Disappeared. Leaving me and my father. My dad didn't have the capability to lead anymore, he kind of went insane soon after my mother died.

Andy should still be the leader.

If anything, he should've taught you how to lead before he left.

Lord knows, your father is too far gone to teach you anything.

I quietly growled at my own thoughts, before setting Andy's hat and mask back down. I missed him. He left me with a responsibility that I wasn't even close to prepared for. I was angry at him for leaving me, angry at my father for being too emotionally broken to teach me anything, but most of all, angry at myself for being unfit to rule the White Empire.