Chapter One;
I live in a world of pixels. When I was younger, I thought everything was just blurry. But everything here is a cube, or a pixilated form. It's nice, actually. Not having to categorize every little shape. But still, I have never known anything but this.
The place in which I have grown up would not be ideal to most. It is filled to the brim with red and purple cubed stones. It is coated in fire. Strange creatures lurk and survive here. It is the place I call home. There is no sky here, just vast wastelands of lava and flames. I love the heat, the intensity of falling backwards for the lava to catch me. And drowning in it. Drowning, but not dying. I am a being of flame, magma. The burning sensation has always puzzled me. It does not hurt me, why does every one question that?
Over time, my hair that was naturally brown had reddened into a strange color of rubies. My clothes have all become the color of my hair. Red is something meaningful here. It symbolizes beauty. Bravery, and my least favorite, blood. Others here crave it. Need it to live. Not me. Maybe that is why I will be queen of this land someday.
My name is Queen. Seriously, it is Queen. That's just who I am. I am the soon to be queen of my fiery prison. So the name seemed fitting, I suppose. At least, my father picked a better name for me than for my brother. But his name is lost to time. He is far too gone. Far too corrupted to live in this flame covered world. And I am the last one left.
Our world has been here for a very long time. Longer than anyone has ever counted. But no clocks exist here. We count by scratching our histories into the cubes that shape our castles and fortresses. This world came to be because of a rivalry between brothers and sisters. I know there are other worlds, but this is the only one I have ever seen. Flames seem all too perfect and I do not want to end up in a world of water, or I will go out. Die. Death. I have met death once.
Death is something very few in this kingdom have ever fought. We live until we go out. Then we are reborn like phoenixes. I battled death for my brother's life. Followed them down into the abyss and burned so brightly I ripped apart two whole worlds. And my brothers mind.
I have lived for eighteen years. This, at least, I known is true. Just like the fact that soon I will be married off and crowned. And this is my last year.
