Board Thread:Short Stories and Fanfictions/@comment-44856665-20200214205114

In the world of Al1rah everything is perfect. Based on power and skill you are ranked. 1-3 are the lowest of the low. 4-6 are acceptable. 7-8 are revered. But 9-10 rule. Can one 16-year old master her talent and compete in the Ruling challenge before its to late? But has the capital of Al1rah, Kap1tal, already fallen into the wrong hands?

I’m not doing it in bold because, (I’m NOT lazy) it’s just to much work with all the paragraphs and such.

Chapter one

“Em. Wake up. Em. Em!” My mother called me form the kitchen of our elegant home in Kap1tal. She and my father were lucky to have manifested as 7’s. That means we got the best houses in the commons. Not that I was spoiled. I was a frail kid, with pale grey eyes and long bronze hair. My mother told me I looked beautiful, but I thought I looked starved. This was not at all true, but no one could tell by looking at me that I was fed the finest. My mother was a ability reader, which was rare and high on the charts. For some reason she couldn’t since my exact one so I had to wait h til I was ready. Soon.

I got dressed in a cashmere gown to suit my pale complexion and trampled down the stairs. I ran into my father in the way down, who ruffled my hair and called my darling. He was a Hydrokinetic. Rare. Really rare. You couldn’t find any good kinetics these days. I myself, hoped for Geokinesis but it was a far fetched dream. Hmmm. I knew there was something I was supposed to do today. Oh no, the ruling! 