Wednesday, March 19, 2014

Amulet

It was time of year for the challenge. Iris, a seventeen year old girl, hoping to get picked for the challenge, walked with her mother, her black hair falling over her shoulders. Beside Iris stand her sister, a nineteen year old girl named Heather. Everyone in the family wanted Heather to be picked, thinking Iris was a bit too young for the challenge.
All the time, Heather had been given equipment for the challenge. 
Heather had been honored, the star girl of the family for so long. It was time for the challenge. 
They arrived at the big stage. Where the twelve competitors of the challenge would be chosen from a big bowl of names. Heather's name was put in twelve times.
Heather Aberdeen was excited, but she couldn't bear the suspense. Would she die in the Challenge?
Everyone stood in front of the stage, waiting and waiting. Whispering from the crowd. Finally, the leader walked on the stage. He was a hooded figure, leading the city of Eraldus. He never really took off his hood, Iris deeply wondered why.
"The challenge this year," Leader said, "Is about to began."
The crowd cheered and well-wishers chanted the national quote of Eraldus ("Patria Eraldus"). The Quote was in latin, meaning 'my Eraldus.'
"It is time for my explanation. Every sixteen or older girl in Eraldus gets an Amulet during the challenge. An Amulet that can give them power. All those who get an Amulet are automatically called 'Owners' or people who have amulets." The Leader announced, "And the Challenge asks of who must have the most powerful amulet. Going through six zones, you will prove your power. Anyone can die in the challenge."
"PATRIA ERALDUS" The crowd shouted and the Leader smiled and then the leader touched the amulet around his neck; the leader was once a winner of the challenge. A skinny red light erupted from the amulet and the light let go of the amulet and swirled in the air, then the light got close to the ground, then disappeared, in it's spot a big cauldron.
"Pick the Names!" The Leader smiled and the crowd cheered. 
A red light erupted from the cauldron and a scrap of paper flew in the air and the leader caught it and read the first name.
"Ray Daniels!"
A boy Iris's age with flowy dark brown hair walked to the stage and stood next to the leader and the leader pulled out the next name.
"Arial Simon!"
A very pretty girl with dark blonde hair and shocking blue eyes walked to the stage.
"Ace Rider!" 
A boy at the age of 17 or so with a serious expression, black hair, and blue eyes with a scar on his cheek walked to the stage and bowed, standing next to Leader.
"Zoe Quatar!"
A sneering, confident girl with orange hair and deep black eyes walked to the stage.
"Dean Collin!" 
A boy with blonde hair and green eyes walked to the stage.
"Steven Collin!" A boy that looked identical to the last walked to the stage.
"Donna Angelina!" A girl with blonde hair and black eyes walked to the stage.
"Iris Aberdeen."

1 comment:

  1. I love the Hunter Games series. Are you using this to inspire your story?
    Mrs.Goins

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