A Life of Would You Rathers

The Queen

        The grass crunched softly under my feet. My mom's breathing was slow and labored, marching to what she insisted be her death. I walked silently, consumed with fear. Innnocents ran up to me, hugging my legs and begging for me to rule, only to be hushed by embaressed mothers. I reached the podium, and hugged my arms to my chest in attempt to fight off the cold. I glanced at the nooses, and emmeidaitly wished I hadn't. The Gers, or the ones affected by others would you rathers, stood neatly in a row. The catch? They all wore nooses and stood on a trap door in the name of survival. I felt hot, salty tears run down my face. Next to my mother was my blind sister, and the little bother who was reduced to a life of manual labor because of his birth date.

        The same man as always announced WYR's (would you rather's) and screams were heard. I was the last left. The man retreated, and a beautiful woman took his place. Her dark curls fell below her waist. and her piercing, sad green eyes contained flecks of gold. She was tall and muscular, yet dangerously thin. She looked like she had everything she ever wanted in life, but a certain unplaceable melancholy feeling hung around her. Unlike most women, who wore dresses, she wore form fitting black pants with knife hilts protruding from the pockets. Her black tee (that somehow was the exact black of her pants, so she had to be OCD) hugged her body. When she spoke, her voice sounded of a free, passionate, kind, and loving spirit whom the world through the worst at. Like she would never be happy again. The really wierd thing tough, was the faint accent.

        "I know many of you do not understand my prescence. I am The Immortal Queen. I shall live for as long as I keep the throne. What you don't know is that my name is really Els- Leisel. Queen Leisel." A sence of true honor fell on the crowd. We were the only ones whom knew the Queen Of Many Names by her true name, though an old, old man whom lived in the first years of her reign called her the Queen of Hope and Rebellion. Whatever that meant.