Kierra Crestel

I'm late.

I walk as swiftly as I can through the now almost deserted streets of Summerton. Everyone is still roaming around town, trying to see the Queenstrial through the screens that are posted around the crowded city. Sure, we might have TV's in our homes, but the TV's posted around the City are huge and always get the best quality. But I'm not here to watch a screen, I'm here for something else.

Guards block the entrance, not Sentinels, but still guards nonetheless. I'm dressed in my best clothes, a gown made of shimmering sequins and lace. My hair, a sharp black, something that doesn't look like anyone else in my family, is pinned straight, with a can of hair spray spent on it all to tame it. Its too hard to walk in heels, but I still manage to make it to the front door before raising my eyebrow at the guards, who quickly open the door. They know exactly what I can do... or at least, they think that. And that's what I want everyone to believe for the time being.

Only my family knows the true extents of my ability. That's just how certain we are that we're going to win, its a no brainer. Soon enough, I'll be crowned Queen of Norta at the age of seventeen, quickly turning eighteen.

Once I get in, I'm sure my parents are wondering where I am. After all, I was told to be here hours ago, but I suppose the best entrances are made unannounced and late. It worked for Cinderella, so I'm going to try to follow that. Besides, its not nesserary my fault that I'm late, its just the fact that my sleep got the better of me.

The second I get into the castle, I navigate my way through by memory. By the time I get here, a girl is just about finished, a Nympth. I smirk at her as my family sees me and stares at me. They must wonder why I'm so late, but they must know by now that I'm going to blow this competition. I have this entire thing wrapped around my pinky finger.

And I arrived just on time, cutting into my spot. Right behind Evangeline Samos, who smirks at me. As if she thinks she's going to win, while I've never heard such a lie in my life. I walk into the arena which is now cleared, and walk up to the center. I dust myself off and remember my family's training. Look at the Crown Prince of Calore, if your power doesn't win him over, your looks will. We don't look the same, per say, the only thing we resemble of eachother are our shiny, 'neat', black hair. But I still think that I look decent, with dark green, cat shaped eyes and a lean body figure.

I throw all their advice out the window, this is my time to shine. My time.

"Sorry I'm so late." I say, my voice loud. I can practically see my family facepalming themselves, wondering what the hell I'm doing. "The traffic is busy out there."

I'm sure the Royals up there think I'm treating this like a joke, that they know that I think I'll never win. But they don't know that this is the exact opposite. I love being me, no mask, no face paint, no makeup separating myself and my audience.

I love being me, always have, always will.

"Oh well, time to begin." I say, my entire voice stretching out and beyond the world and the room before walking up to the statue and pressing my pinkie finger against it. It explodes in a fury of rocks as I continue on, just getting started. After a two minutes of doing that, I can tell that the audience is getting bored. That's the plan, make their expectations low at first.

Then blast it farther than ever before.

"Oh, am I boring you?" I ask sweetly, finally looking directly at Cal. He's watching me, my every move is trained on his red-gold eyes. His cheek twitches. At least I'm entertaining him, or at least, I hope so. "I'm so sorry."

Sarcasm presses against every part of my voice as I shake my head. "I suppose if I'm so boring, I'll just leave then."

I start leaving, and before anyone can stop me, I pause and turn back. "But first, I think I'll just clean up my mess."

Then, I lift up both my hands and bring the destroyed statues up into the air, levitating them off of the ground. The arena is as quiet as a funeral, all the chatter cut from its roots as I can feel the audiene's eyes widen. I easily sculpt the broken rocks to my own creation. Before you know it, I made a large statue of a sword. Everyone's breath is held as I walk up to it, my hands still in the air.

"Don't like it?" I ask and shrug before pressing my hands against the rock again and letting it blast away, my five seconds of work running out, exploding the entire statue taller than fifty soldiers. Its about to blast on everyone when I levitate it and jump up on all the rocks frozen in the air. I jump on each and everyone of them, making them into steps before I reach the top and skip onto a path to the royal box.

"Hello, Crown Prince of The Burning Crown, Tiberias Calore." I say and stick out my hand to shake it with his. He stares at me, eyes wide and full of amazement. But he takes my hand none the less as I quickly let go, the heat blaring into my senses. I take a peek down at the stair case before pressing my hand against it. It explodes in a fury of blasts and rocks.

"Beautiful isn't it?" I whisper before jumping off of the Royal box and landing on the ground, the entire thing exploding in a fury of stones and pebbles at my exploding touch. But before it can reach the ground yet again, I levitate it up and press it down.

"Nice meeting you!" I shout before leaving and everyone screaming at me.

Me, and, well, my two abilities.

Whoa... A new story? Who would've thunk it?

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