Kiera
Everyone always focuses on them.
But what about us?
They get all the glory and praise, the fame and fortune. Never mind the ones who fail. It's like we don't exist to them once it's over. And really, once it is over, we don't even feel like we exist. We were never given an equal chance to begin with anyway so who would expect us to succeed? None of us have ever made it through The Trials. But what happens when one of us do succeed?
My name is Kiera, and I will succeed.
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I grew up without a family. I'm probably around seventeen now, but with no family to tell me when my birthday is, I'll never have a real way to know. I've been alone for as long as I can remember and that's fine with me. I have no one to look out for except for myself. I have lived on the scraps that I can salvage from these poor sectors.
Everyone living here knows that we will never have a chance to make it through The Trials. They will do anything to prevent that from happening. God forbid they have any "tainted" blood infiltrate their superior system. Just because we weren't born into one of the Known Families meant that we could never be one of them. It's not just the Descendants of each of the Known Families living in The Sectors. You have to be what they're looking for. Sure you have to be strong and brave, but that hardly matters. It's what you are that can make or break your chance. Most of us couldn't care less about not being one of them because honestly who wants to give up their lives to protect the very people who put us in this awful place? I can't understand why I've been training alone all these years in preparation for The Trials. The Trials are inside The Sector Walls and are for anyone of ages 16-21.
Yeah, I'm without a family or place to call home, but I can't describe what this feeling is to want to go to The Trials. Maybe it's to prove all those spoiled ones wrong, or maybe it's a completely different reason that I can't afford to think about now. Whatever the reason may be, I will make damn sure to be there for the 70th Annual Trial Ceremony.
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Declan
"You need to be better if you ever want to lead this family," The First Descendant scolded me.
"What the hell do you think I'm doing, Father?" I snapped.
My father is the first-born son of the Known Family. Basically, my family overseas and rules the White Sector and The Known Family runs The Trials which select only the top competitors to become Guardians of each sector. Each sector is ruled by the other children, my father's siblings, of the Known Family. The Second Descendant rules the Black Sector, and The Third Descendant rules the Blue Sector.
No one really knows, or cares for that matter, what happens on the outside of The Sector Walls. The rejects, failures, or whatever you want to call them, live there. The Gray Sector is meant to be completely separate from us. They are a disgrace to the Known Families; too weak to last through The Trials with the behavior of untamed animals. Humans will never belong in The Sector Walls. They can't possibly aid in the war against evil. Their minds and bodies are far too weak. Where they belong, is in the Gray Sector.
All humans are born in the Gray Sector and all of us Nephilim are born in the Sector Walls. The Sectors of the Known Families are for Nephilim only, no matter what. That fact will never change. Humans can't even begin to comprehend what goes on inside these walls; the demons that scrounge these grounds looking for their next victim. The Walls aren't up so much as to keep the humans out, but to keep the demons in.
The Gray Sector comes to The Trials to be admitted inside these Sector Walls. They don't know about the evil that prevails our lives each day. Humans think we have it easy. Just because there was a tiny amount of violence among the humans makes them think their lives are hard. Well, they have another thing coming for them if they believe that humans have it harder than we do when they come for The Trials.
All of us have had to grow up fast. It's the only way to defend yourself against the demons to have a fighting chance at survival. We've been training since we were kids. This is my life now. I train countless hours a day, everyday, to become a Guardian. The Trials are just another training session for me- I'm not worried at all.
My position with the Guardians has been secured since birth. There was never a question if I would be strong enough or best fit for the job. Because of what I am has already determined that I would definitely be strong and fit enough.
I know I'm the best here, probably the best ever, and that's what truly scares my father.
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Kiera
"Fight, fight!" Rang out the shouts from a dimly lit alley. Usually, I knew better than to get near these street brawls. Everyone knows they always end bad. I just felt this intuition to go check out what was happening.
I quickly pulled my dirty blond hair in a pony tail and threw a hat on over my head so I couldn't be clearly identified. I began to speed walk with my head down through the dark alley. When I reached the edge of light from the surrounding street lamps that looked ready to burn out any second, I halted in my tracks. A tight circle was formed around two women who looked to be in their twenties. Men with buckets were walking around collecting coins. Everyone was wearing tattered, mis-matched clothing hardly suitable for this weather. How they were able to afford betting on the champion of this brawl was beyond me. Every coin I could get I saved until I absolutely had to spend it.
"Hey, you!"
When I didn't respond, someone tapped me on the shoulder. I jolted forward and bumped into some girl's back. Before I had the chance to apologize, she shoved me into the center of the onlookers; right in the middle of the fight.
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Declan
"Quinn, you're up next," Droned out the bored voice of the instructor. Quinn, a muscular guy close to my size with long, light brown hair and yellow eyes, sauntered up to the mats as if he thought he had a chance against me.
Like everyday, I'm standing in the massive training center. With weapons ranging from knives to swords to bows and arrows covering three walls from floor to ceiling and an impressive display of armor on the last wall, The Training Center is where I grew up.
The blue training mats under my bare feet prove that I am still undefeated. I've trained with these classmates surrounding me since we were kids to prepare for The Trials. Like always, I am the King of the Court.
This game is simple, really. You square off against an opponent and the first one to knock out or un-arm the other without using your power is the winner. Winner stays on the mats to challenge the next opponent and so on. Hence why I am still King of the Court; I have not been defeated. The name of the game is ironic considering the fact that my father is the prince of the White Sector and I will someday become king when my father and his father die.
Quinn smirked and said, "Bring it on, Ki-"
Before he had the chance to finish, my fist caught him under the chin. Not nearly enough to take him down, Quinn just spit the blood out of his mouth from biting his tongue.
"You're quick, King, but not quick enough for me," Quinn declared.
Quinn went on the offense next. His leg swept out in a low arc trying to knock me off my feet. He was fast, I'll give him that, but before his leg made contact with mine, I grabbed his ankle and yanked hard. His momentum crashed him onto his back with a gush of wind whooshing through his mouth.
I easily had him pinned with my weight and said, "You sure about that, Quinn?"
This gets boring sometimes. I always win. No one here is much of a challenge for me. Even without the use of my power, I could take on everyone here without breaking a sweat. No one will beat ever beat me.
The only one who can beat me, is me.
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