Chapter 7

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"Come here, Jade" Odette beckons me over. She does my hair into a tight ponytail, it sits at the top of my head. I plait her hair and she adds colourful flowers to it. 

I grab my jade bracelet, I needed space on my wrists and arms for weapons so I adjust it to wrap around the top of my ponytail. It was the only thing I had of my biological parents, the orphanage had found it adjusted to my wrist as a baby. The orphanage gave it to me for my 5th birthday gift. It was my good luck charm.

We strap on protective materials around our bodies, to give us a higher chance of survival if someone tried to pull any kind of trick on us. I strap knifes made of Tintuctam, a different kind of  material to metal as people have divines to metal. I had them on my waists, wrists, arms and legs. There was at least 50 knifes strapped to me. I beared 3 guns, Odette wields 5. 

I have a few other weapons but hopefully I'll just be using my divines if needs be. We set of 5 minutes before Mrs.Mayfield was due to wake us up. We silently jump out of the window, vines catching us before we hit the bottom. There is 4 hours until the event starts, giving us 3 hours to travel and 1 hour to steal a pass and disguise our self's as zeros serving drinks.

'The next queen event'  took place in a city next to our town, a 2 to 3 hours walk from where we were. It was going to be broadcasted across all nations but the other part of the next queen event was behind closed doors. 


2 hours and 50 minutes later 

We reach the large arena and spot 2 zero servers. I distract them and Ode secretly picks the passes off them. She wasn't the most smoothest pickpocket but she did the job well enough. 

We plaster on fake smiles to enter, showing our passes and then draw our hoods up from our cloaks. 

"NAILED IT!!!" Ode squeals and we high five. We're handed uniforms to wear, but we put our cloaks on top and keep our protective materials on. 

Then, it starts.

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