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I have never thought much about how I would like to die. Being born with sickly green skin, I have considered how easier life would be if I was dead, but never how it would occur. I would never have imagined dying like this.
The dark eyes of the hunter stared back at me from across the room. The look of excitement that crossed his face sent shivers up my spine. I was positive that dying in the place of someone I loved was noble. I hope that the unnamed god would think that counted for something.
Maybe, if I had never been forced to go to Shiz, I would not be facing death. I still couldn't bring myself to regret anything. Falling in love is beyond anything I could have ever dreamed. These past few months have been the best in my life.
Swallowing my fear, I locked eyes with my captor as he advanced toward me.
I would miss Munchkinland. I would miss taking walks with my sister and feeling the sun warms my sickly green skin. It was 87 degrees and I was wearing my favorite, comfortable black frock, sort of as a farewell gesture to my home country. My bag held a heaving winter jacket. My new home, the small, almost unnoticeable town of Shiz exists under a near constant cloud of rain.
From what I have overheard from the stories my father tells Nessa, my mother escaped from Shiz soon after my birth. My mother's parents still reside in the small town, but I haven't seen them since her death when Nessa was born. Now, it was Shiz to where I was being banished. My father claims it is an opportunity for me to get a wonderful education, but I just know he gets pleasure out of seeing me suffer.
"You don't have to do this. You know that right?" Nessa wheeled herself to my side as I put my suitcase on the carriage. My eyes rolled involuntarily at the fake concern in her voice. I knew she wanted to care, but couldn't really bring herself to feel for her beautifully tragic sister.
"I want to." I have never been good at lying, but I felt this one getting easier to say every time I said it.
"Tell grandma and grandpa I said hi," Nessa sighed, wheeling out of my way so I could walk the door of the carriage. "I love you, Fabala. Do well in school."
"I'll write as soon as I get settled. Love you too." We shared a short hug and as I pulled back, I glanced around for my father. My heart fell a little at the sight of the empty courtyard.
"Don't do this to yourself. I'm sure he just caught up with work." Nessa tried to encourage me. I smiled and nodded before climbing into the carriage. As soon as I was seated, the carriage started moving at a fast pace. Sighing, I pulled my favorite book out of my bag. It is a twelve-hour ride to Shiz and then a fifteen-minute walk to Shiz University. I don't mind sitting for the majority of the trip, but the 15 minute walk in the rain worried me. I pushed all the negative thoughts from my mind, and allowed myself to be consumed by the book in my hands.
When the carriage finally stopped in Shiz, it was raining. I considered this a sign of how my time at Shiz University would go. Yanking my suitcase down from its spot, I thanked the coachman and was on my way. The path was covered with mud and no people were in sight. I heard a quiet crunching sound from behind me and I whirled around in time to see a carriage coming straight at me with no intention of stopping. Letting out a yelp, I leaped quickly out of the way. The carriage stopped a few yards in front of me and a young man with curly red hair stopped jumped off. He shot me a questionable stare and yanked open the door to reveal the most attractive man I had ever seen, stretched out on a seat in the carriage, dead to the world.
"Wake up you!" I slammed my hand down on the carriage and smirked when I saw the man jolt awake at the sudden noise.
"Young lady, do you realize who this is?" The red head glared at me, his eyed darkening to a deep onyx. His teeth clenched when the wind blew around us.
"I don't care who he is! Your cart nearly knocked me over… and your sleeping?" I felt a surge of rage shoot through me at his uncaring demeanor.
"Well of course," The just awakened man said, his eyes also very dark, "It's daytime." He smirked at me and turned to his companion. "See you soon, Avaric. I'm sure I won't last any longer at this school then any of the others." The handshake they complete next was so trivial I almost snickered with disbelief. Sure two grown men had better things to do then make up handshakes. The red head, who I now knew to be called Avaric, hopped up on his carriage and drove off, leaving me alone with the more attractive one.
"Is this really how you go through life? Nearly knocking people over and not even noticing them?" I looked around for my suitcase and spotted it behind the man. Stomping over to it, I heard his snarky reply.
"Well, maybe the driver saw green and thought it meant go." I heard him snicker quietly and I shook my head in disgust. A large gust of wind chose the moment to blow by and I shivered unwillingly. I turned and was met with the sight of my newly found acquaintance clenching his hands in fists and glaring quite forcefully at me. He appeared to be mad, but what did he have to be upset about? He was not the one who was almost run over.
"What's your problem?" Yanking my suitcase up off the ground, I started to walk towards him, only to have him turn around and storm off. Wow, someone had problems. I wonder if he felt sick because of my skin. Would not be the first time, I suppose. Raindrops began to fall on my face and I started on my journey to Shiz. I hope that my time there would be better than these past few moments. It could not get much worse, I suppose.