Chapter 2
By Ash_T
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“Miss Windlor, here is the scroll you requested.” A pale and skinny with long nails reached and seized the scroll. She untied the ribbon holding the secret inside the ancient and beat up looking scroll. The woman read out loud what the scroll said as everyone perked up and stopped what they were doing.
Her voice echoed across the room and demanded attention as she read aloud what the scroll said, “A child made of fire and luck shall lead a country to greatness.” She read. A shocked look fell upon the court that was brought in to hear the prophecy. The queen pondered who the prophecy be about. She read further down, as not to alert the court about the rest and her eyes almost popped out of her head she read the last line. A Néko child shall be the young messiah.
She cleared her throat and stood up from her throne and the court went silent once more than she opened her mouth to speak, waiting to hear her orders. “Find the child of fire name and of Néko descent.” She demanded, and the people scattered, talking amongst themselves as they wondered what could have made the queen think of a lowly Neko.
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As Ember headed home, she watched as berions passed by, some yelling lewd comments out the window or straight up rasis comments. She was quickly put into a more sour mood because of these people’s horrible taste in manners and morals. She huffed to herself and was quick to run home as to avoid more horrible comments. As her house came into view she became very confused as a berion was waiting in front of her house.
She backed up in shock, her father never used a berion, it was always walking or getting a ride from the farm cart that passed by often. She walked towards her house, lowering her ears and tail. Was something going to happen to her father or herself? She swallowed and continued to walk towards her home.
As she got closer she felt more and more of an urge to run, was someone going to hurt her? Was someone here to dishonor her father? She grits her teeth, her sharpened canines bit down into her gums. She would choose the first option any time over her father being dishonored. As she approached the house a royal looking female walked out of the house and looked at her and pointed at her.
Signaling to come toward her, Ember paused for a second but not for long as the royal looking woman glared at her. She walked forward as she approached the porch, guards appeared from the house after the woman had called into the house. Ember stiffened, her ears perking upon instinct and the woman smirked when she saw her ears. Ember whimpered at the prospect of someone taking her ears, the crunch of the gravel became more clear as her ears raised up and her fear continued to spike.
As she arrived at the doorstep and the woman finally spoke, “What’s you’re name rotvanger?” She demanded and Ember clenched her fists at the insulting term.
“Its Ember.” Ember lightly growled.
“Oooh, little rotvanger has a mean side.” The woman spat, “Load her up, she’s one.” She said and just as what she said registered in her mind, the guards roughly seized her and practically threw her into berion.
“Wait! Father!” She yelled right before they slammed the door shut. She opened the curtains to see her father being restrained by the guards.
“Let her you go you monsters!” Her father demanded and her puppy ran out of the house and yipped at the berion door. Ember opened the door to let her puppy in as the royal guards and woman were too busy trying to restrain and make up excuses about her leaving.
Ember sunk into her seat as she heard her father cry, and she felt the berion move. She looked out the back and watched her father fall onto his knees crying heavily. She felt her tears welling up in her brown her eyes. She didn’t want this for herself. Why was she being taken away? Had the rasis become so strong that they were rounding up other species? She shuddered at the idea of being held just because of something she couldn’t control; She didn’t be a Néko, no one wanted to be the chosen one.
As she watched the familiar town she knew go by, they came upon the bridge and she started to breathe heavily. “Lower the bridge!” She heard someone shout, and the guard did as they were told. As she heard the lowering of the slightly rusty chains that controlled the bridge.
She watched as they passed by the bridge as her panic attack only increased as they crossed over the bridge as she held her puppy tightly. She didn’t like the idea of looking at this bridge, let alone crossing it. As she felt the bump of leaving the bridge and she loosened her hold on her puppy.
She watched as the only place she had ever known faded out of view and the plains just continued on. She held back her tears as she watched the countryside go by. She wiped her eyes to keep tears from spilling as she petted her puppy. “What am I going to Rosco?” She asked as she cuddled her sweet little puppy. He yipped at her and she smiled slightly. “You always know what to say.” She whispered.
As plains turned into mountains and past the mountains, she saw the castle come into view and she glared at it with pure hatred. Not only did she hate the fact that the government practically kidnapped her but because they did nothing to stop hate crimes or help assault victims of different species. They were rasis do the core, and she hated them.
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