Hey, Hey, Hey! Anvilette here! I'm glad a few of y'all seemed to have liked the first chapter. So, I decided to split the Prologue into two parts. Part one was Princess Raquel. You'll find out more about the Rebellion in this part.
(Same day; Outside the palace; Different POV)
Have you ever noticed that...things seem so...so easy for most people? The wealthy people that mostly live in or around Town Square? The ones that are too afraid to stand up to the evil, sadistic king that is supposed to protect the people of Chicago.
Well, that's why the Rebellion was formed.
We do all of the hard work. We protect the innocent because they are too scared to protect themselves. Ok, sure we break into the palace and steal food and weapons, but all of that belonged to us to begin with! But, to make our lives even harder, there are stupid assassins with their own agenda and claim to be with the Rebellion, so whenever a Rebel or an assassin gets caught, they are either killed or thrown in the Dungeon to never be seen or heard from again.
Is it fair?
No.
Is it easy?
Definitely not.
Is it worth the risk and sacrifice?
Hell yes it is.
I sighed as I leaned against a tree, looking at the palace. King Tyson thinks he can bully us around, well he's got another thing coming. Don't get me wrong, we don't want him dead. We just want him overthrown. Maybe someone more deserving will be crowned. Someone like Princess Raquel.
Princess Raquel.
She was the sweetest girl you could ever meet, at least, so I've heard. I've never really seen or met her, but I've heard nothing but good things about her.
"CeCelia!" I cringed as I heard my name being called. I hated my full first, and quite frankly, my full middle name. Giving the palace one final glance, I stood, brushed myself off, and ran in the direction of my mother's voice.
Mom was one of the Rebel leaders. She was in charge of the palace raids and camp patrols and all that good stuff, but whenever I ask to go to either, she won't let me. I slowed down to a walk as I spotted my mother.
"Hey, Mom. What's up?" I asked, brushing my pink and blue-streaked fire red hair out of my face. Mom smiled at me.
"I've got good news for you. You're gonna go on your first camp patrol tomorrow." Mom smiled. I grinned.
"Really? Thank you, thank you, thank you!" I exclaimed, hugging Mom. Mom chuckled and hugged me back.
"You're welcome, sweetie." she smiled, kissing my head softly. "I suppose you want a crazy code name like your friends, Deuce and The Complication?" I snorted.
"No one calls Frankie 'The Complication.' And besides, my codename will just be CeCe." I smiled proudly. Mom smiled back, brushing pink and red hair behind my ear.
"I'm proud of you, CeCelia." Mom said. I cringed again.
"Mom, please call me CeCe." I pleaded. Mom chuckled.
"Alright, Kiddo. Now go get ready for bed. You need energy for tomorrow."
"Yes, Mother." I smiled, skipping happily down the forest path back to base camp and to my tent before laying down.
'Finally. My chance to prove I can protect our camp.' I thought, smiling before closing my eyes and falling asleep.
Ok, so, I hoped y'all liked this. Sorry it's so short, but I had writer's block. Chapter 1 is the next chapter when Princess Raquel sneaks out. Oh, by the way, the pink and blue streaks in CeCe's hair comes from Bella and Zendaya's "Watch Me" music video.