Character Introductions One- The Surfer, The Daredevil, and The Rich

Brilynn "Bryn" Castile, age 18, caste 5, Clermont

"Never let anyone tell you that you can't do something. if you don't try, how do you know you can't do it? Do the unknown, don't let anything stop you. Shoot for the stars or you'll always regret it. Be Unstoppable."

Bryn grabbed a light beige towel off the stack that her brother, Micheal had been carrying in his arms. She toweled off her sopping wet hair, grinning. She carried her surfboard- which was also slick and slippery from the crashing waves- under her shoulder. She hoped she had put enough sunscreen on earlier, or else her skin would be a light red later that day.

"How did you do that one trick, Bryn?" Her friend, Sarah asks from besides her. Sarah's flip flop adorned in glittery popsicles got stuck in the goopy sand. She raised her eyebrows, hopping back to slip it back onto her foot.

"Practice," Bryn shrugged, forgetting about the question. She noted her other friend, Beverly, looking upset over the competition. Her shoulders were hunched, and she barely dragged her surfboard behind her. Her brow was furrowed, her eyes narrowed into slits. Bryn playfully shoved her, Beverly's shoulder flying back. "C'mon, Bev, it was just a friendly competition," she joked, grinning from ear to ear. Beverly shrugged, putting more distance between her and the group.

"Beverly, it's no fun when you act like a sore loser," Sarah fake pouted. Beverly rolled her ice blue eyes, focusing on the waves sliding up and down the surface, tickling her toes. Her flip flop was getting looser as the waves kept coming. When the wave was almost at high tide, it swallowed Beverly's foot whole, sliding her flip flop off her foot and carrying it out to sea.

"My flip flop!" Beverly cried, dropping her surfboard. She paddled out into the roaring waves in search of her glittering blue shoe.

Sarah glanced at Bryn, and Bryn glanced at Sarah. The two dropped their surfboards and belongings and paddled out after Beverly. "I got it!" Sarah called, lunging for the flip flop. It slipped through her wet hands, drifting farther out. "I don't got it!"

Bryn laughed at her friend's clumsiness and dove into the water, opening her eyes to adjust to the saltiness of the ocean. It pained her eyes, though- she remembered they weren't in freshwater. She popped back up, breaking through the surface, scanning the water for the flip flop. She spotted it, not too far away from her, and swam for it. She reached for it, but it drifted away, dipping under the waves, headed toward Beverly. "Beverly! It's headed towards you!"

Beverly diverted her attention to Bryn, noticing the flip flop drifting towards her. She swam for it, but it headed in the opposite direction, towards Sarah. She lunged for it once again, getting a firm grasp on it. Sarah held it up in the air, beaming. "I got it! I got it!" Without warning, Bryn swam under and popped up, snatching the flip flop out of Sarah's dripping wet hand. Sarah's mouth formed an o-shape, her eyebrows raised.

"No, I got it!" Bryn said, waving it in the air with a look of triumph on her face. Sarah chased Bryn, reaching for the flip flop, but Bryn dodged just in time. Beverly swam back to shore, taking it out of Bryn's hand.

"Now I've got it!" She stuck out her tongue in a childish way, earning a few laughs from Bryn and Sarah. Sarah reached for the flip flop again, and Beverly held it behind her, where Bryn snuck up and grabbed it. "Hey! Beverly cried," watching Bryn run down the beach towards Bryn's house. She laughed, and her and Sarah ran full speed down the beach.

Micheal, Bryn's brother, laughed, picking up their surfboards and wet towels, balancing them in his arms as he watched the girls fight over a flip flop. "LAST ONE THERE HAS TO SCOOP THE ICE CREAM!" Bryn called from ahead.

"NO!" Sarah called, falling behind the others, but she was determined to catch up. Micheal watched as Bryn paraded into the house, holding the flip flop in her hand. Beverly followed behind, and a defeated Sarah stuck her tongue out before walking in, trekking sand into the kitchen. Micheal walked through the door into the cool air conditioned home as he slipped off his flip flops. The cool, white tile felt refreshing on his feet. He saw Sarah scooping sherbet ice cream into cones for the three.

Micheal had grabbed the mail and he spotted a fancy envelope sticking out from the usual mail. He raised an eyebrow, reaching a hand forward to grab it, but Bryn had snatched it first. "What's this?" She questioned. "Oh! The selection!" She exclaimed between licks of ice cream.

The corner of Micheal's face drooped. "Oh, I forgot about that. You aren't going to enter, are you Bryn?" He asked.

"I'm entering! You should enter Bryn, it would be fun!" Sarah raised her hand.

"Me too," Beverly smiled halfheartedly.

"Of course I'm entering! This could be my chance, for an adventure, for love! Why wouldn't I?" Bryn furrowed her brow as Micheal huffed,

"Bryn, I don't think it's a good idea. You're going to go have dates with someone you've never met, and it's a competition. I don't want him to break your heart," Micheal explained.

"I've already started planning out my application and stuff, Micheal. I'm not five, you don't have to watch over me. Besides, Sarah and I were already planning on it, and Beverly is now, too," Bryn argued.

"I know, Bryn, but is this really the best option? I don't want you to get hurt.." he trailed off.

"I'm not five!" Bryn shot back, tearing open the envelope, revealing the application inside.

"Seriously, Bryn, why can't you just listen to me for once?" Micheal exclaimed, his cheeks flushing red. He gritted his teeth.

"Because I can make my own decisions! I'm legally 18, Micheal! I'm an adult now, so why don't you just leave me alone and let me do what I want?" She yelled.

"Fine!" Micheal threw his hands up, storming up the stairs to his room. Bryn huffed, dropping the envelope on the table. Sarah patted her back, and Beverly gave her an apologetic stare.

"Should I?" She asked her friends.

"Whatever you want," Sarah said softly.

Bryn pulled the form out of the envelope, and selected her favorite pen, a sea green color that reminded her of the ocean. She set the form in front of her, clicking her pen.

"Then let's do it."

Elouise Ronald, age 20, caste 2, Sonage

"If you don't take risks, you'll have a wasted soul."

12 years ago

"ELOUISE!"

"Yeah dad?" called a high-pitched voice, loud and clear. Tiny, eight year old Elouise stood with wet, indigo paint splattered on her face, a paintbrush covered in multiple colors on the ground at her feet. She smiled innocently.

"What did you do to the wall?! You know we're having company! Go to your room! Timeout!" Her father boomed, his cheeks a bright red, his brow furrowed. He gritted his teeth, staring at the wall covered in paint- it seemed someone had tried to draw a starry sky and an ocean- but miserably failed.

Elouise's smile drooped as she lowered her head, staring at her paint covered feet. She trudged up the stairs when she heard her older brother Elliot's voice.

"Wait! Dad, it wasn't her." He fiddled with his thumbs, which was covered in paint. Elouise was confused- she never even shared her secret paint collection with Elliot, or given him any of it for that matter. She didn't even tell him her plan!

"It was me," he said, biting his lip. Elouise fought back a yell, exclaiming that it wasn't him. Why would he be taking the blame for her?

Elouise's father was astounded. "But Elliot.. I raised you not to be that way. Besides, why does Elouise have paint all over her?"

"I... I asked her to help me, and told her I would take her toys if she didn't." Elliot winced, clearly pained with lying to his father. Frankly, his entire family was afraid of his father- Elouise, Elliot's mother, and Elliot included. He always wondered why his friends never wanted to come over when his dad wasn't around, but he understood when he got older.

Elouise's father shook his head. "I'm disappointed in you, Elliot. Go to your room. I'll send a butler for you when it's time for dinner." He walked off, and Elouise could hear his yells echoing through the halls. "DARCY! There's a mess in the dining room. Go clean it. Actually, just repaint the walls a light blue. It's time we had a change anyways."

Elouise switched between views of her sad brother trudging up to his room, and a group of maids- Darcy, the head maid included- flocking over to the paint on the walls with buckets of pastel blue-grey paint, painting over the light beige walls from before. They were careful to leave no bumps of paint on the walls, and evened it all out. That way, when you would run your hand down the newly painted wall, you would feel nothing but smooth paint- and have a hand full of wet paint, if you didn't wait long enough for the paint to dry.

Elouise ran up the stairs and rapped on her brothers door. "Elliot!" She called. No answer. "Elliot!" She called again. "If you don't answer, I'm coming in!" She waited a few seconds before creaking open the door and finding her brother sitting on his bed, sulking. Elouise furrowed her brow, putting her hand on her hip and jutting it out to the left. "Why did you take the blame for me? It was my fault, now dad is upset. And second of all, where did you find my secret paint collection? Did you find my water balloons, too?"

"I got the paint from one of my friends, and a water balloon collection doesn't sound like a good idea, Lulu."

Elouise crossed her arms. "I told you not to call me that! It doesn't even make sense!"

Elliot shrugged. "I guess I don't want dad to hurt you, or anything. I didn't want you to get in trouble. Sometimes he scares me... I just wanna protect you, Elouise. Even if it means taking the blame for you, for something that was ridiculous, by the way." He laughed under his breath, grinning slightly.

"But I'm not a baby anymore Elliot, dad is not gonna hurt me. Besides, if you're gonna take the blame for me, you probably should get comfy here, because you're gonna be sitting here basically every second of your life," she grinned mischievously, raising an eyebrow.

"Oh well, I'm always gonna be here then."

"Thanks Lio," Elouise smiled, hugging her brother.

"If you call me Lio, then I get to call you Lulu!" He argued.

"Fine," Elouise huffed. "Mischievous siblings for life," she grinned.

"Lio and Lulu, the mischievous siblings. I like the sound of that."

Current Day

"Hey Darcy, what came in the mail today?" Elouise asked their head maid. She was pencilling in the answers to some of the questions her dad had given her, since she was destined to be the co-heir- along with her brother- for their dad's company. The way of testing them to prepare them was giving them tests. Elouise did not approve, and often ended up crumpling it up, or copying off her brother- but today she was in a good mood, because it would be coming.

"Oh, just a few bills, Miss Elouise. The usual- a few complaints from citizens. Your father still has no idea how your address got out to the public. Oh! Here's the letter. I'm not surprised," Darcy exclaimed.

"What letter?" Elouise asked hopefully, peering over Darcy's shoulder.

"The Selection letter, Miss Elouise. I heard you were very eager to fill it out."

"Can I have it please?"

"Of course," Darcy said, handing Elouise the fancy envelope with the letter she had been waiting for all year. She tore open the envelope, revealing the decorative paper inside.

She pulled out the notice, reading it as quick as possible in her head. To the House of Ronald. The recent census has confirmed that a single woman between the ages of seventeen and twenty-one currently resides in your home. We would like to make you aware of an upcoming opportunity to honor the great nation of Illéa. Our beloved prince, Andrew Calloway, is coming of age this month. As he approaches the part of life where he will take over as King, he hopes to move forward with a partner, to marry a true Daughter of Illéa, one dedicated to our country and willing to accompany our prince in leading our country. If your eligible daughter, sister, or charge is interested in possibly becoming the bride of Prince Andrew and the adored princess of Illéa, please fill out the enclosed form and return it to your local Province Services Office. One woman from each province will be drawn at random to meet the prince. Participants will be housed at the lovely Illéa Palace in Angeles for the duration of their stay. The families of each participant will be generously compensated for their service to the royal family. Best of Luck, The Calloway Family.

Elouise was giddy with joy, as she pulled out the form that came with the notice. She grabbed the pencil she was using before and started right away.

This would be the best adventure yet.

Callista "Calli" Dayes, age 20, caste 2, Likely

"Money can't buy happiness, but it sure can buy fancy dresses."

10 years ago

"Come on, give me your biggest smile!"

Callista Dayes smiled bright, her golden blonde curls bouncing on her tanned shoulders. She smiled, showing her milk-white teeth. Flashes of the camera blinded almost everyone except eager Callista, who was just experiencing her first ever photo shoot. She was so excited that daddy was able to buy her this makeup team and the photo shoot- after all who wouldn't want her on a magazine cover than millions of people would be seeing all over Illéa?

The flashes of the camera died off after a while, leaving Callista standing awkwardly while the photographers reviewed over the photos they had gotten of her in the long, silky red dress she was in. She wiped her face, a bit of the bright red lipstick coming off of her lips. "Alright, makeup team, take her back and get her changed in for the night sky shoot," called one of the directors of the photo shoot. Before she knew it, Callista was being whisked backstage, to get changed for whatever photo shoot the director said- The"Night Sky" shoot, she thought she heard.

The makeup team changed her style to have her sporting a dark blue lipstick with dark purple eyeshadow. Her cheeks were powdered with a dark pink and purple blush, softening her cheeks. They undressed her, which left her feeling vulnerable and uncomfortable, because she hates being exposed to strangers, but she was able to move past that. They slipped her into a short, frilly dress that was a dark navy with small, sparkling flecks that were white, which she assumed were meant to be stars. It had tulle flowing out that was a dark purple. They gave her some hair extensions which were an indigo, and led her back out to continue her photo shoot.

"Alright, big smiles, big smiles! Show me those teeth!" The director cooed. Callista felt she was being treated as she was a kid, but she didn't mind. This was her moment to shine, and she was looking pretty flashy if she said so herself. "Hey, where's her jewelry?" The director called, enraged. "Put it on her, now! We can't have her without it, it's the star of the show. Where's the makeup team? Get them out here!" The director huffed, and Callista didn't understand what was wrong. She thought she looked completely fine, jewelry or not. Who was she kidding, she was always beautiful. But having some extra bling couldn't hurt- it would make even more people attracted to her. She wouldn't be surprised if there were boys on her doorstep the next morning, begging her to marry them. Ah, the fantasies. Callista really had the best life, full of money, riches, jewelry, dresses, and everything she could ever want. What else did she need? Nothing, in her opinion. But maybe having the crown wouldn't hurt. Plus, she would've a princess with a dreamy prince for a husband. She giggled to herself. She made a mental note to put "Become Princess/Queen" when she got home.

The makeup team came rushing out, brushing up on her lipstick, blush, eye shadow and mascara. Not like she needed it, though. She was looking as fresh as ever. They put in some sparkling sapphire earrings, which hurt a bit, but she didn't mind. Beauty is pain. They snapped a long necklace around her neck, with a sapphire and purple gemstones the highlight of the necklace. A ring with a diamond on it was slid onto her finger, and it was heavier than she expected. It was a ring, she didn't know rings could be that heavy. She didn't mind, though, she had to be looking fresh for the photo shoot! Her face would be plastered all over the hottest and trendiest magazines of Illéa.

The camera snapped a few times, and just like that, the photo shoot was over. They didn't allow Calli to see her photos, but she would be seeing them soon anyways. Her father would order all the magazines she wanted for her anyways. Her father clutched her tiny hand. "Did you have fun, sunshine?"

"Oh yes daddy! I looked so pretty! The makeup team was kind of useless, though. They messed up on my second photo shoot," she huffed.

"How about we go get some ice cream to cheer you up, and get your mind off those silly makeup artists?" He suggested.

"Oh yes, please daddy!" She cheered, jumping up and down. She was giddy with joy. Her father then led her into the limo, instructing the driver to head to the ice cream shop.

Life was amazing for Calli, wasn't it?

Current Day

Calli slipped into her usual clothing, a pastel pink crop top and ripped jeans. She was sipping a sweet berry Frappuccino from StarBucks- surprisingly, it had survived from when the country was still called America. It was good, nonetheless, even though Calli thought America was a horrible country.

She carried a small purse, filled with her wallet and other various things. She stepped into the limo, throwing her heels into the corner and slipping into her flats, which she preferred much more than those uncomfortable things. She sipped her drink, scrolling through her BamSnap feed, envying all those other girls on vacation, but shrugged. They wouldn't be home to receive their letters.

The limo quickly pulled up in the driveway, the guard selecting a button, allowing the large gates to haul open. The limo drove down the driveway, and Calli ran into the house to find her maid looking through the mail. "Give me that!" She snapped, snatching the mail out of the surprised maid's hand.

She rummaged through the mail, throwing away anything she deemed useless. She then found what she was looking for- the selection letter. Smirking, she tore it open right away.

The crown was as good as hers, now.

.xXx.

I hope you guys liked this chapter! Let me know what you think of the girls introduced in the chapter! Thank you to MichealXClaire1996 for Bryn, cupofcakes for Elouise, and AnnaDaCorgi for Calli!

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