(A/N: OMG I AM SO SORRY. I had to retrieve my account because of some problems... Anyways, to make it up to you, I'm gonna tell you guys that I have finally finished this story BUT this story is gonna have sequel entitled 'Alloy'. Alloy is the pure and soft form of a certain mineral or metal harvested, just so you guys know.

There will be a lot of Maxeri- I mean Maxon there since 'Titanium' is focused on America and her training only. I do hope you guys will still read this so you'll understand better of the sequel.

Thanks for being so patient with me.)

I widened my eyes. And then screamed. I dropped the blade from hold letting it fall on the dirt.

It's not that I'm afraid of sharp blades, I'm a five, I've been cut many times from broken glass or while doing chores, it's just that the sword reminded me of the insanity Claudia Reaper had to go through.

I re-read the note on the pedestal as it closed. It said I am her chosen heir.

I am her chosen heir.

The sentence repeated on my head, over and over again. I'm weak, skinny, cowardly, and pathetic. So why give this power to ME?

"No! Wait, maybe you made a mistake. Maybe I'm not supposed to be here and you thought it was for me, right?" This is stupid. Why am I talking to a pedestal? It suddenly lowered, burying itself into the ground.

"Wait! I can't be the chosen heir! I don't WANT to be the chosen heir! Claudia Reaper you gotta be kidding me! Tell me this is just a joke. Tell me Gemma is just playing tricks on me to bring me more embarrassment. Anything but this…"

"America!" I heard Marcus's voice from afar.

"Here! I'm right here!" I shouted.

Jaydyn was the first one to run and hug me, as always. "OMG! I thought you were like, DEAD! It's been two hours since you went missing with Slay."

"Wait, I just came here five minutes ago…" I said shocked.

"Uh, America?" Portia stepped in. "How did you get through the boulder?"

"It opened up for me, weird right?" I laughed.

"America! Where did you get this?" Marcus asked.

I turned to see that his eyes were preoccupied on Reaper. He tried to lift it up but ended up falling on his back. "Yep, it's real. How did you get this out of the pedestal?"

"She couldn't have," Jaydyn said. "The Reaper's too heavy."

I looked at all of them confused, "What? The Reaper's as light as a feather." When I picked it up, the three of them gasped. And if horses could give out a gasp, then I guess our horses did too.

"America?" Portia said.

"Yes?"

"Only the true wielder of the sword would be able to hold it up with no problem. And to be the true wielder…"

"You must be Claudia Reaper's heir," Marcus finished off.

"Amazing," Jaydyn slowly said.

"Let's get back to the building, we'll find General Richardson and General Ivy." And we rode off.

It's been a month since I have discovered that I was the true 'heir' of Claudia Reaper. We suddenly barged into an important meeting so basically ALL the OMEGAs found out. They told me I had to escape the prophecy. They told me never to go near the woods again and never to go near the sword. They kept it somewhere safe, they said.

I have not been making any progress with my training either. I might not be at the very bottom, but I'm not also above the average. General Ivy decided to call me this afternoon for some private lessons for the next two months.

We were practicing sword fighting today. I was paired with Gemma Slaughter yet again.

"You're going down Singer," she raised her sword and charged.

I blocked her blow and managed to push her off me. We were left pushing each other with our blades.

"I bet you wish you were still in the palace, eating cookies and drinking tea with that pathetic prince of yours."

"He's not pathetic," I managed to squeak out.

She was winning. I was starting to lower down a little. "Do you miss this prince charming of yours? Maybe that's why he let you go, because you're so weak. You're just a coward not competitive enough to be even called a part of the fight."

Time suddenly stopped. You're just a coward. Gemma's voice kept ringing inside my head. I suddenly pictured Maxon sitting on a sofa in the middle with Kriss on his side and Celeste on the other. Elise was clutching his shoulders behind them. They were laughing, enjoying each other's company.

"I knew I kept you girls here for a reason…" Maxon said while wrapping his arms around Kriss who blushed.

"Maxon sweetheart, who will you choose now that she is gone?" Celeste put her arms around his neck.

"I don't really know. You are all very beautiful and charming," Maxon replied. He grabbed Elise's hand and gave a tender kiss on it, locking his fingers with hers.

I was in corner of the room, still in my training uniform, holding my sword tightly it hurt my hand. My eyes began to water. King Clarkson appeared in front of me and said, "See America, you are just a pathetic toy he played with."

"No I'm not!"

I went back to the real world. I gave quick strike which sent Gemma flying across the room, hitting the metal wall, making her unconscious. I gasped, realizing what I just did. I looked around and saw everyone staring at me

"I'm so sorry. I didn't know what I just did."

"It's okay child," General Ivy walked by. "Portia, Eunice, go call Madam Cece in the infirmary. Francis, get Gemma a nice ice pack on the counter."

"America," she said facing me. "We'll talk about this later in our afternoon lesson."

"For now, training will be dismissed early. You may now proceed in the shower rooms."

"The XETAs and THETAs are more on organizing and planning for any type of occasion, may it be a party, a reception and so on and so forth. They tend to have the best negotiating skills, too. So in most meetings, they always bring a XETA and THETA representative."

Toni and Marcus decided to spend the free time giving me some tips and information about the squads. Portia, Jaydyn and I were sitting on the soft grass listening to them.

"Yeah," Toni said. "They throw the best parties! Those guys are such party animals."

"Have you been to one of them Toni?" Jaydyn asked.

"Everybody's always invited."

"That must be nice," Portia said, sipping her tea.

"Moving on," Marcus continued, "KAPPAs are in charge of the weapons, which ones go best for which battles. Which weapon will be best used to bring down a giant. Which sword would have the ability to kill a bandit of pirates… They know all the weaponry inside the building, memorized the names, descriptions, properties and users if possible."

"Wow," I said in awe.

"GAMMAs are the brain of the Everlest Soldiers. They create the battle strategies and formations. Compared to the XETAs and THETAs, they're more polite and old fashioned. They hardly get along, but they're good," Antonio said.

"Then we have the BETAs and DELTAs. They're called the front liners, always leading the soldiers next to the ALPHAs. The ALPHAs are supposed to be in charge of training the new soldiers and going on big missions, but ever since General Ivy's batch had moved to the OMEGA, nobody has had a score of 95 and above. Now the OMEGAs do the training and the BETAs and DELTAs go on the missions."

"Sometimes we have to sacrifice so much, especially that one mission in the Caribbean. We front liners have lost 48 soldiers in total, both from DELTA and BETA," Toni concluded.

"America Singer," someone called.

I see Captain Wilson, leader of the GAMMAs standing beside us. "General Ivana is calling you."

"Thank you for telling me captain," I say. "I'll go there immediately."