All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost. From the ashes a fire must be woken, A light from the shadows shall spring; Renewed shall be blade that was broken: The crownless again shall be king. -J.R.R. Tolkien Highest rank achieved: #1 in Action #1 in Mystery #1 in Academy #1 in Fantasy

The world had gone to hell long ago, taken over by the vampire race. In order to keep some sort of peace in our land, the Vampire Lords made a consecutive agreement. The rich and powerful humans could survive just as they had been, untouched by the vampires save for the occasional blood collections, or so they thought In reality, we were all under their control. Castles spread out throughout our land, one landing in each city. Each castle varied in the number of vampires residing there, but all of them carried a Lord. The Lords were the ones in charge in every city, whether we liked it or not. The vampires often roam through the city, making sure that everyone was in order and no one stepped out of line. If you stepped out of line, you died, end of story. Even if the rich were still under their control, their lives were still better than the poor. The poorest lives held a much worse fate. The men were to be put to work as slaves, whether that meant serving a specific vampire, or just building their castles, they were slaves. The women were to be pets. Pets were the lowest rank you could have. They were forced into cages that were too small to stand in with collars around their necks. They spent their lives in pet shops, just waiting for the dreadful day that they'll be bought. They were treated like animals, trained into what their master wanted, and punished if they misbehaved. Those who were lucky enough to live through that, we're to be slaughtered for their blood at age twenty-five in an act to make sure that our population would stay steady. I was born into this world. Born into this world full of blood-sucking monsters. Except, I was one of the lucky ones. Was. It all ended for me when I was 12, when I was taken away from the last bit of hope and family that I had left. Ever since then, I've lived in a cage, just rotting away, waiting, dreading for the day that some monster would make me his. This is my life. I am a pet. ~~~ Cover by: @mshacake

Celeste Gregory

This story is clearly fantasy. Language: Taglish ________________________ Frankincense Academy... A school of power users... Winthropians... Aquaellans... Gardaniahns... Flamarians... And Enchantsians... All come to this school... All... Except 1 kingdom... Ythyria... The Ythyrians who wanted to rule the whole magic realm selfishly and amend their own evil intention... Can anybody be able to stop them? What if there is someone? A prophecy shall be written... One power user shall be chosen... A power user who can suppress them all... But what if the chosen was lost? Would there still be any hope left? Can they find that power user? Can they find... Enchantsia's Primary S-Class Princess?