Spain looked at me from across the table during breakfast with a scowl on his face. being my eldest brother he always had a say in what I wore, did, and who I was associating myself with. At the table I had my usual cloak with a special kind of glasses to help block any sunlight. And I assume Spain noticed.
"If you have something to say, say it now while you still have a tongue." My voice harsh, my head throbbing from the night I had last night.
"Alright, you look like shit and you smell like shit. Since you came back from the Scared Clan you have been nothing but a drunk. I need you to be the best assassin you can be, not just for me, but for yourself." His words ran true, ever since I came back from West Aspen I have been nothing but a drunk and for good reason. I have seen things that no one else needs to know about. Have seen women slaves, men using and abusing the women, men abusing me. I couldn't bring myself to tell Spain or any of my brothers what went on overseas, not yet anyways. I continue eating at my breakfast not really paying attention to what Spain was talking about until my other brother, Sky, walked in.
"It's happening. " His voice ragged, and fearful something I would've never thought I could hear from him. Sky was a year older than me, he has tan skin with piercing blue eyes that could melt any woman's heart. He is a few inches taller than I am, he has a lot more muscle on him than I do. He is a trained assassin as I am, we both were in that damn camp for years. Always learning, never failing. Spain stood up immediatetly while it took me awhile to comprehend what exactly was going on.
I stood up as best I could while having a killer hangover when I ask, "What is happening?" Both of my brothers look at me as if I had two heads, which I very well might have.
"The Auction." They say together and I got sober real fast. My heart stopped for a second before I sat down again.
"So many girls are going to die," I whisper. Spain glanced at Sky then at me.
"No, we will not allow that to happen. We have a plan." His voice was firm and he looked at me through my glasses and I listened to this incredible, and dark plan.
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The Auction
Teen FictionWhispers of what Caspian the Red will do shook the little town of Ahfra, a small village off the coast of the southern ocean. The people there were tan skinned, usually blued eyed people who usually where fishers, and merchants. I sit on top of a r...
