Hi everyone! I wrote this story specifically because I know how hard it is waiting for The One. This is my version of The One. I am not in any way trying to say that I own the Selection Trilogy. All rights to Kiera Cass.
The story will start with America's Point of View and then eventually I will get Maxon's and others. It will begin where Kiera left off the Elite.
America is barely holding on to a spot in The Selection and although Maxon still cares for her more than the others, he is starting to lean towards Kriss because she is more reliable. The King is doing everything he can to make sure that America does not become the new Princess. She humiliated him and all that he stood for on the Report, so why shouldn't he? It's up to America to make things right.
Chapter One
I woke up to the sound of screaming maids. Immediately I got out of bed and ran for the door. Something wasn't right. I poked my head into the hallway, only to see guards and maids fighting for their lives. Catching the eyes of one of the guards, I did a double take. Aspen.
"Mer, get to the safe room! You're not s-"
He didn't get the rest of his sentence out. Aspen, my Aspen was dead. All of a sudden guilt builds up inside of me. I told him that he shouldn't wait up for me the other day. I said that he should let me go. I realized it wasn't fair to him, that I truly loved Maxon more than life itself, and I broke his heart. Now my first love was gone because of me. He died protecting me.
That's when I realized what he was protecting me from- the rebels. They had finally infiltrated the palace. We were under attack, and I was standing there watching people fight instead of doing what Aspen had told me to do- get to safety. His last words would not be for nothing.
As I made my way to the hidden staircase that lead to the safe room, a hand grabbed my arm, and instant terror ran through me.
"Well, what do we have here?"
A man's voice, and not a familiar one. The rebels had found me. No one could save me from this. The man turned me around to face him, slowly lifting a knife from his pocket and putting it at my throat.
"If you move or make any sound, I will not hesitate to kill you. Now walk." he said, shoving me towards the door.
I quickly obliged. I was not going to die, especially not at a rebel's will. There was a way to escape, and I was going to find it before it was too late.
Next chapter will be longer, don't worry. I love constructive criticism, so if you have any suggestions for this story or for my writing, don't be shy to send me a message about it.