ILLUSION OF A MAJESTY
Come to Florende, they said. You'll be safe there, they said.
Jenna Rose has just found out she's a majesty with crazy cool powers. Her whole family has been relocated to Florende, a military capitol and safe haven for majesties. Jenna attends an elite school that teaches her control and defence so when she graduates, she too, can protect the city.
It's been fifteen years since the Cordels last attacked so no one really knows what the majesties are still fighting for. The norms are sick of the oppression. They're over doing all the dirty jobs while the majesties host parties and fancy combat events. Jenna's sister is one of those norms, and she's not used to being overlooked.
While the norms lash out inside Florende, the Cordels are sending in their scouts. They've heard all about Jenna, the majesty who can copy another's powers. But what they haven't heard is every time Jenna uses her power, it sends her just that little bit over the edge.
Jenna's school feeds her paranoia, and she's sure something big is coming. She's seen the signs, witnessed the unexplainable, but all the evidence dissolves. Soon, Jenna can't tell the difference between what's real, and what's in her head.
Florende is collapsing from the inside.
Jenna's sister is helping bring it down.
The Cordels are getting ready from the outside.
And, piece-by-piece, Jenna feels like she's losing control.
You'll be safe there, they said. They were wrong.
150 (or so) words:
Nine dongs of the clock tower rang through the city. It was an hour past curfew, and if anyone found Vivien and I lurking in that alley, we were done for; especially in what we were wearing.
A chill crawled over my skin as she leant out into the deserted street, her bleached blonde hair illuminated in the dim streetlight. She didn't look back as she grabbed my arm and dragged me after her.
Our heels clopped way too loudly against the cement. I kept a look out for sentries, sure one of them would pop up at any moment, especially since my silly, little sister kept snorting with drunken laughter.
After a month, Florende still freaked me out. The narrow, maze-like streets seemed to lead in all directions, down to the docks, where fishing and cargo ships groaned on the water and orange, flaky rust ate through the buildings.