The Elite
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Freedom. Is that too much to ask for? Apparently so. That's what Ari thought. All her life she's been told she's nothing more than a dirty street rat. Good for nothing, and bad for everyone. She has a bit of a reputation, and some police records under her name. She hates it, the street rat part, not her reputation, she's proud of that. When an opportunity presents itself, it's all she could do not to take it. A competition that comes around once every ten years. A competition to decide who the next members of The Elite will be. A group of the most powerful Givens in the whole kingdom of Emberland chosen to lead in the war against Bovanta, Emberland's enemy. For Ari though this means freedom, and a clean slate. But the competition is harder than she thought. The content more challenging, the opponents more aggressive. Can she make it in the the game long enough to become an Elite? Or will she fail and lose her only chance at freedom? Will the competition cost her more than she can afford? Will she survive to find out?
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