Demi Owens [A Legend Fanfiction]

Prologue

~Author's note~ 

Hello readers! This is my first fanfiction EVER, and I hope all goes well. Hope you like this story and keep on reading! Thank you, enjoy and feel free to comment!

(I only own Demi and her storyline! I don't own any gifs I use for this fanfition!)

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(Third Person POV)

The Owens household is probably the most love-filled household left in their little neighborhood in the Lake Sector, due to the war accruing in their nation and a plague going around. Even though they don't have a lot, and their living conditions aren't ideal, the Owens will always find happiness within their tiny family and spread their positivity among themselves. 

The Owens are said to be the most luckiest family in the Lake Sector, because of their undying love for each other, and how the members' relationships with one another have not crumbled and deceased into despair like how other families have met that fate. The Owens have everything they could ever hope for, but all dreams must come to an end, or as in the child of the family, Demiana's dream. Demiana's life will never be the same after her tenth birthday.

(Demiana's POV)

Coming back from my dreamland, cold air brushes my small body from the open window in my room. Still trying to fall back asleep to get back to my amazing dream of being a queen of a candy-filled land, I curl myself into a ball to avoid the chilly breeze. I pull the large tablecloth I use as a blanket up to my neck, and I slowly start to lose myself to my dreamland. 

I can't wait to see all of the pink cotton candy clouds, or the chocolate rivers, and maybe also the lollipop trees, yum! 

When I begin to lose consciousness, I'm annoyingly and suddenly disturbed by foot steps finding its way towards my door. You've got to be kidding me... All I want is some sleep and eat gummy bears, like is that too much to ask for? 

I pull my "blanket" over my head right when I hear my door open. My intruder pops their head through the crack between the doorway and the door. "Demiana? Hunny? You awake?" My intruder questioned. 

Noo... I'm not awake.. What are you talking about intruder.

"Hunny? Aww, come on wake up, today is a special day," said my intruder. "Come on, mom made you your favorite for breakfast, pound bread, and it's fresh from the market." 

My intruder is attempting to bribe me out from bed, I see how it is. Not gonna' work with me!

My intruder then opens the old door wide enough so they can come inside. I squint my eyes shut so all I can see is inevitable darkness, and I feel my makeshift bed (a mattress on the floor) dip, which I didn't think it could. The feeling of looming hands on my blanket makes me hold onto it in a deathly grip, not wanting its warmth to go away. I spoke too soon...

"Hey!! Dad! Give it back!" I childishly scream, thrashing around my bed with my eyes closed shut. I might as well stay in character, a child faking they're asleep.

My intruder chuckles, "I knew you faking it squirt, you're such a drama queen. Like your mom."

My cover's blown... flap doodles

"I really thought I had you fooled," I whispered, but my intruder heard and just chuckled.

"Come on squirt, come eat breakfast, and then we can head to the Trial Stadium," my Dad said.

Trial Stadium, why would we- oh wait, it's my birthday, and I'm ten now! I just met the deadline too.

Without any warning what so ever, I dash out of my room, planning to eat breakfast and get ready for my Trial. For some reason everybody my age is terrified when it's time for this event, but I don't see the big dealeo, I'll just try my best, and hopefully I'll have a great future plan!

I quickly eat my breakfast, yum, and get dressed, and off we go.

The Trial was very fair, and I thought I did pretty good if I don't say so myself.

Currently, all of us ten year-olds are currently lined up, waiting anxiously for our names to be called. Some kids hands are shaking, or they have wobbly knees, and also some have sweat dripping, which I don't understand because it isn't even that hot out. Maybe nerves. I tried my ultimate best, and I hope that was enough, I mean I was the fastest in the physical tests from my knowledge, and my interview went very smoothly too.

"I will now be calling out your names and in an orderly fashion, descend to your chosen group when called upon. The highest score you may receive is a perfect score, 1500, but don't worry, none of you gotten that score," an official announces with a strict tone. The kids next to me suddenly become as stiff as a board, weird how his voice has this affect on people.

"Pauline Whiteworth, step forward," the official announces. A tiny girl with blonde hair steps forward and walks to the official. The official points to spot with his arm straight and stiff. She timidly walks toward it, and then stands there, waiting for this to be over.

Allowing myself to drift off to my imagination to pass time, I finally find myself the only one left in formation when I come back to reality.

"Demiana Owens, step forward," the official shouts. I walk toward the official, calm and struggling to keep my excitement from showing through my poker face.

"Corner," the official says, doing a pointing motion to the corner where only about only five other kids are standing currently. 

I make my way to the corner of the stadium, and then the official says something about bringing the group I'm in home to sign paper work, which I thought that's only said for those who fail the Trial, which is weird. I'm sure there must be some mistake. I mean I tried my best. 

Suddenly, many guards roughly bring us out of the stadium, towards a van that I believe will bring us home, and to sign papers?

"Single file," a guard barks. Geez, who stole your cookies?

We all make our way to the van, sat inside, and awaited our trip to our homes. 

Once the van stops outside my little house, I run out and toward my parents who are outside, crying for some reason. Crushed into a giant hug from my crying mother, I'm then pushed inside and into my room by my father.

"What's going on?" I asked my Dad.

"Nothing squirt, just, don't interrupt, and think happy thoughts," my Dad answers. He closes the door, but before it's fully closed, I hear new voices inside my home that I've never heard before.

That's odd.

Moments later, my door is ripped open by unfamiliar people, and I'm harshly picked up. I thrash, and thrash, and thrash, and I catch a glimpse of my Mother in my Father's arms, crying hysterically. I scream for her, calling her for help, but I'm pushed into a new vehicle with tinted windows. I over-hear some one talking about a train for failures, and now I scream even more hysterically because I know exactly what is going to happen now. 

I failed... oh my luck...

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Wow, I can't believe I'm doing this. I hope this prologue thing  was alright. AHHH I'm so bad at this... XD