~•Flaming Sword•~

~•Chapter:~ 1•~

The amount of lies told by one person surpasses the amount of times a person says I love you.

I, Valentina Toussaint, was phenomenal at telling lies. They felt like an escape from reality, or perhaps I didn't want to tell the truth. I suppose I will never truly be honest.

No one is honest.

I was born into a small town known as Ormkirk. This little place I called home was located South of Aikutia palace. My father, mother, and I worked hard to provide for each other. Money wasn't exactly ideal in this small village. Jobs were minimal due to everyone wanting to avoid conscription.

My two brothers had been sent to war due to the lack of people willing to fight for our country. The King and Queen of Aikutia began conscripting people the age of 18 and over with or without jobs. Sadly my brothers were two of those people.

When my father left for the war, before he was pulled out due to asthma, he gave me a pair of blue stone earrings. My oldest brother Gus gave me purple ones and my second oldest brother, Clay, gave me white earrings.

They're a little gift I will cherish forever. Something I will always wear no matter what happens. They're a piece of them that I will never forget. A memory that will forever be apart of me.

It hurts to think that I may never get to see my brothers again. That at any waking moment we could receive a letter about their deaths. Sadly, the world is unfair and cruel. We can't always get what we want no matter how bad we want it. The people within it are just as unfair and cruel.

The roads of Ormkirk were busy as usual, with people rushing to their jobs. My father works as a carpenter, and my mother worked at the Hospital. As for me, I am an apprentice at a Gunsmith shop. I've always had a thing for guns. I love how powerful and controlling they feel. The surge of a bullet flying through the air gave me an adrenaline rush.

Although, they aren't as powerful as the people who yield power. The kind that is ingrained in them. Something they can't get rid of no matter how bad they want to. Unfortunately not everyone is special. Red blood makes us weak to the upper class. It makes them feel as if they can control our every move. Makes them believe we are truly incapable of living on our own laws.

Bronze blood, the middle class power. Meaning they are not nearly as strong, but still stand above Reds. Their power doesn't make them powerful like the Silvers, it makes them hardly more than a Red.

Silver blood, high ranking nobleman who hold the strongest amount of power. They consider everyone else peasants. Their power can take down thousands of men in one sweep. This power contains high amounts of energy making it more damaging when striking a person.

I guess we've all learned to accept the fact that no matter how hard we try to make a difference, it will never be noticed. Except for me. I will make a difference. I will make everyone realize that the Silvers don't have to control us. We can stand on our own and do it better than they could ever imagine. We can make them kneel at our feet and beg for mercy. Just like they make us do.

I couldn't help but scoff at my own words. They sound so idiotic and pathetic. I suppose I just hoped for this world to change one day. That everything will be at peace for once.

As I entered town square I noticed several screens light up with the daily news. Most of the time it was just pure nonsense and I just merely ignored it, but for some reason today felt different. So I stopped and put my full attention on the screen.