Hey! It's me writing another trash story that no one will read! I'm not gonna continue The Selection Hunger Games, so I'm going to delete that. This is a replacement, except it's only a semi-selection themed story. It's also not going to be a continuation of the James-Jessie bloodline. I'm starting a more darker, less funny world.
If you're someone that actually reads these for enjoyment, I'm warning you: I'm a kid. I might have twenty million typos. Grammar mistakes. So unless you are a grade school teacher willing to read trash works, this is not for you.
Thanks!
No one's POV:
Secrets were the only things that Rose had known. She was a princess, yes. She lived in a palace, always had enough to eat, and had everything she could have ever wanted. But she held a secret that no count, no baron, not even a king could know about the Gondalian Princess.
Rose knew her secret would kill her. She even anticipated a early death as her life continued. Years had went by. She grew older. She had a selection, a eerie, death filled one. Her gaunt look, her dreary eyes, were enough to kill a man. No one wanted her. And so the princess grew even more angry, ever more resentful. She had hated the world so much. For giving her so many secrets. For destroying her otherwise peaceful life.
One day, she didn't know what had gotten into her. Her temper rose. Her hatred flared. She had screamed. She had kicked.
She had killed.
To this day, the ghost princess was not seen again.
Anya's POV:
"And so, legend says, that Rose the Ghost Princess, will one day come back and destroy us all with her anger." Mrs. Manya finished.
The children around Anya cowered in fright, shivering. "The ghost princess will kill us all!" Lily shouted, crying.
Anya stared, curious, at Mrs. Manya. "What was Rose's secret?"
Mrs. Manya hesitated, but before she could speak, Hannah, the eldest girl in the group, snorted. "Yikes, a baby. Everyone knows The Ghost Princess is just a fairytale to teach kids to behave." Hannah said shortly. She smiled innocently at Mrs. Manya, "Right, ma'am?"
Mrs. Manya sighed, but did not answer. She turned to the other girls in the orphanage, who were frantically whispering about the horrifying story. "Alright, girls. It's time for bed."
Everyone scrambled to their bunks, eager to feel the warmth of their blankets for the night. Yet, they found their bunks to be missing, once they saw them. "Hey." Lily complained. "Where did they go?"
Mrs. Manya frowned in confusion. "Give me a moment, girls." she scrambled away, leaving the orphanage to chatter. Anya skipped over to Lily, excited.
"Wasn't that a exciting story?" Anya exclaimed excitingly. "I love the mysterious feeling of it!"
Lily stared at her, surprised. "Who are you?" she said in a low, suspicious voice.
Anya blinked, surprised. "I'm just... Er..."
Hannah had walked over, frowning down at her. "Why is this seven year old talking to you?" She demanded. Lily flinched. "Are you meddling with runts again?"
"No. No I'm not, Hannah. You know I'm not!" Lily cried as Hannah slapped her.
"You might as well be a seven year old." Hannah glared at Anya, clearly in disapproval. "And you... You baby, you better stay away from my sister. She doesn't need to be fed endless lies about some stories from your nerdy face."
Anya blinked, unsure of what Hannah meant by her words. What did 'nerdy' mean? "Er... Yes, yes, Hannah." Anya said nervously. Hannah nodded.
"Well, at least you'll know your place." Hannah snorted as Mrs. Manya rushed in the bedroom, panting. "I'm sorry girls... There's a problem with the moving and all that..."
Hannah had immediately ran up to help Mrs. Manya with the bunks, leaving Lily and Anya alone in the back of the room.
"I'm sorry about my sister. She's a bit bossy sometimes." Lily said quietly, turning towards Anya. "She's very strict about age, you see. Anyone younger than her is garbage, to her. Our parents were killed when a bunch of four year olds started a fire, you see." Now that Lily had spoken more, Anya could make out a slight accent in her voice. "I'm eight. How old are you?"
"Eleven." Anya said softly, sitting down on the wooden bench. She felt comfortable in this room, with someone to talk to.
"Eleven? You're older than Hannah! She's only ten!" Lily giggled. "Uh... How did your parents die?"
"I... I don't know." Anya said, embarrassed. "I... They found me, just today, next to this orphanage. They said... I couldn't remember anything. That I... I could only stay here. I'm Anya, by the way." Anya raised her arm, to shake.
Lily raised her eyebrows, confused. That's when Anya realized that she didn't know what a handshake was.
"How do you do that? I've heard Notherners do those hand things all the time, but I don't know what it's called."
"Its called a handshake. Like, when you do something formal and all that. Here."
"Oh. That felt weird. You're a Northerner, huh? Can you remember anything?"
"Not really. Southerners are pretty rude, no offense. I can expect everything to be a insult by now. Do you know what 'nerdy' is?"
"Actually, not all of us are mean like that. Yeah, nerdy is a insult. Do you need me to show you around?"
And so, Anya and Lily became best friends, living in the Southern Gondalian Orphanage. In those years of growing up, Anya could only picture a normal life in the Southern Lands, starting a farm with Lily. Maybe even inviting Hannah. She could picture the comfortable life, away from a past she couldn't remember. She would forget about the only thing she remembered from the past, and live a normal life.
For if she remembered that crucial thing, that small detail, she would be compelled to go back to the formal north. And she didn't want that.
For she was the daughter of a princess.
And here it is! A new story! A new past time! More improvement! Yay!
So... What does anyone think of this? Constructive criticism! I'm a kid, I'm always growing, so some reviews would be appreciated.
Some background:
In the mystical land of Gondalia, the regions are spread North, South, East, and West. All regions used to be separate nations, but a treaty united them - soon, they became one. Time had dulled that history over time, and Gondalia has lived in peace. The North is the formal, government region. All of Gondalia is governed there. Government leaders and wealthy citizens typically live in Gondalia. The South is the Agricultural, casual region. All resources are made in the South, including guns, food, and clothing. The West is the entertainment region. All sources of entertainment come from the West, including movies, books, and shows. The East is the science region. They are usually very intelligent people in the East, and all scientific advancements, such as medical services, originate from there.
The people of Gondalia or ruled by one sole King and Queen. Each King and Queen are required to have exactly five children. Each of the Monarchs children becomes the future ruler of the individual four regions - sent to live in each region, and once they are old enough, they will advise their parents on what would be best for their individual region. The eldest child would become next ruler of the whole of Gondalia; If one is to die, a child would be picked from Gondalia's Orphanages, therefore rendering Orphanages a very respected institution of Gondalian society.
The myth of The Ghost Princess is a old and forever-changing tale. Anything could have actually happened. The only thing we know for sure is: Rose was a princess with a secret. One day, she killed her father. She was never seen again.
I hope that helps! Now for the SYOC; a typical one, I'll only select seven though. Two from each region. Sorry! I'm not a good writer, that's why.
Open spots:
North:
1.
2.
South:
1. (Anya)
2.
West:
1.
2.
East:
1.
2.
WARNING! These must be girls! Well, technically I haven't introduced the prince yet, but there WILL BE A PRINCE! I'm sorry!
SYOC FORM:
Name:
Age:
Region:
Looks:
Personality:
History:
Family:
Friends:
Relationships:
Likes:
Dislikes:
Phobia's:
Anything else: