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The young elite -a group of young people who were stolen right after birth- do not fight for honour, fame, or even freedom. They fight for their lives. The corporation is about to fall. These teenage warriors need to think twice before deciding that they are finally free. View table of contents...


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Submitted:Jan 1, 2012    Reads: 14    Comments: 1    Likes: 2   


There were multiple cities around the world that provided magical beings with a home. However, not all of the cities did it for free. Most charged a great deal in either money or loyalty. Aduro, the city of light, was a place for the weak hearted. It contained those who studied magic but were too afraid to use it outside of their precious metropolis.

The young elite -a group of young people who were stolen right after birth- did not fight for honour, fame, or even freedom. They fought for their lives. What happened underneath Aduro was not of public knowledge. The authorities knew of it but turned a blind eye. The corporation either paid off the authorities or frightened them by threatening their lives and the lives of their family.

There were multiple differences between the way the young elite were taught and normal children. From the age of thirteen, children were taught spells, charms and incantations. Well, most children. The young elite were taught the secrets of magic from birth. Another difference was that unlike the normal children, the young elite were not sheltered in what they were taught. They were taught the brightest spells as well the most evil and darkest magic the world had ever seen.

I winced at the blow to my jaw. I was flung backwards, hitting the wire fence. Crying out in pain, I clenched my teeth.

"Oh and what a deadly blow that was! Contestant four looks to have the winning hand. Over so soon?" The commentator called out.

"Ana! Ana get back up!" Douglas ordered, barely hearable over the shouting of the audience.

My opponent rolled his neck from side to side, my blood dripping from his finger tips. Taking another breath I pulled myself to my feet, just in time to receive a punch in the stomach. I coughed up more blood as I grabbed hold of his hand, pulling him closer. Before I attacked, I felt a piece of paper slide into my palm.

"Durere!" I shouted, pushing him away. He screamed out in pain and fell to his knees.

"Is that spell even legal? Someone get the manual!" The commentator cried out. "Oh, never mind, it is legal."

There was nothing more annoying that having every single thing you do repeated. Over and over and over again. The crowd cheered even more as they rattled the cage. Taking the opportunity, I kneed him in the stomach. As he spat out blood, my fist connected with his chin, flinging him on his back. I stepped back and watched carefully, waiting to see if he'd rise.

He didn't. Douglas opened the cage door and grabbed my hand, raising it.

"We have a winner, folks!" He yelled.

The crowd cheered once more as he dragged me out of the cage and towards the exit.

"How are you feeling?" He asked, placing his hands on my shoulders and pushing me out the door.

"Like I have been hit by a train." I spat.

"Do not be stupid, Ana. Trains no longer exist." He remarked.

We followed the tunnels until we reached the common room. He gave me a swift, sarcastic bow and left without another word. Rolling my eyes, I rammed open the door. Without looking at the others, I strode to the center of the room and flopped on the couch. Kicking my heels off, I groaned.

We all had our signature colours. I wore black transparent stockings, black leather short shorts and a lacey black and red corset that made it nearly impossible to breathe in and red fingerless gloves. My brown hair came bellow my shoulders. Some parts were curly and others were straight. Douglas had chosen the outfits, saying that it will help appeal to the audience. It really did suck being a girl. Not only was fighting in high heels and trying to move in leather shorts hard, when the opponent grabs a fist full of your hair…it tends to hurt.

It was Cathy who came up to me first. She pushed aside my legs and sat next to me. Her golden locks fell just above her shoulders. She had on a white and blue puffy skirt which matched her light blue corset. Her white tights came up to her knees and she wore blue high heels.

Jacob took a seat on the arm of the couch next to me. Unlike us girls, Jacob wore plain black pants and no shirt.

"Yes?" I asked.

Lily stood in front of me, hands on hips and her red hair tied back. She too wore black pants. Her top was black as well, ending well before her belly button. "We want to get out of here."

"We all do." I muttered. "Come up with a good enough plan and I will listen to it."

"That's the problem. We have no plan." Jacob said, his voice laced in a thin British accent.

The door opened and in came Douglas. "Jacob, you are up!"

Jacob nodded at the three of us and followed Douglas out into the corridor. Once the door was shut, I finally opened my palm and took out the piece of paper my opponent gave me. I read it twice and held my breath.

"What is that?" Lily asked.

I tossed it to her. "Our plan."

She read it aloud so that Cathy could hear. "If you want to get out of this place and away from the corporation, meet us by the front gates at midnight."

"Midnight?" Cathy asked. "How cliché."

"How do you know we can trust them?" Lily asked.

"We have been raised since birth to hate them and vice versa. However we do share one common enemy." I said, slowly.

"The corporation." We said in unison.





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