There are no words for this... So sorry. I'm going to bring this scory into another level. This story is hanging on a cliff and its so boring to write this! I mean, i need a POV. So, next chapter will be a big one with a POV.

So, sorry.

Chapter 6: Sarcasm

On a little bridge, in the dark, there was a little girl crying. Her black hair moved as the wind wooshed and her tears where streaming down her face. The young girl with blue eyes was Mila. Her feelings were mixed, unsure. But they were real. She couldn't be in love with Oslo. Sure, he was nice but he really believed in the good and pure from the sphere while young Mila wasn't sure about them. That dark haired guy, Marcus had told her the story. Where they evil?

"Every Rose has it's Thorn, just like you, my pretty Mila have your beauty." Marcus sang as he approached her.

"What do you want?" Mila her voice broke.

"I saw you here, i was on my way to my house. Why are you crying, angel?"

"Haven't i been clear to you before? Go away Marcus or i will attack you."

"Don't be so mean, I just want to help. I don't like seeing you here, helpless cry-"

"I am not helpless!" Mila shouted at him.

"Of course not, you're not helpless at all!"

"And now say it without sarcasm."

"I, I eh..."

"Thats what i thought"

Marcus looked at Mila while she walked away. She was a strong woman, with a great willpower. He loved her, even more than before. And it gets harder everyday to stay away from her. She needs a real, good home. And not a life as a sphere guard. It's not fair for her or the world.

Mila and Oslo where sitting in their class room. They where the best of the class and the sphere was proud off them. Mila was almost finished with her training and would soon be a guard. But still, she didn't felt proud. The sphere had been just an escape from her parents' death. But the whole was still there and it didn't go away.

"Mila, Oslo? Please come over here." a fat guy was standing at the teachers desk. It was their principal.

They walked toward him.

"Whats wrong?" Mila asked him.

"Dear Mila and Oslo. A pirate is stealing water from the sphere. We want you to finish him off and return the water."

Oslo's face was filled with pride while Mila's face was full of horror and dislike.

"Finish him off? You mean kill him?" Mila asked the principal.

"Yes, of course. What did you expect?" The principal laughed and Oslo laughed with him.

"Go to your ship, now." The Principal ordered.

Dear Mila, what have you done?