The immortal BallA Poem by Hayllie"You can't go!" "Derek you know I don't have a choice. I have to go." "Brielle please don't do this. Rebel. Stay here with me." Derek i can't." "What if your chosen? Then I will loose you. Your promised to me!" "I may be promised but we are not married so it doesn't matter." She turned slowly to head upstairs to get ready, but hesitated. She turned to look at him again. "Please don't come. If something happens and I get chosen, I don't want you to see." He groaned loudly as she made her way upstairs. Every year a royal ball was thrown. A party for the entire village Except this party was for the Immortals. It was their night to choose their mates Every girl in the village was required to attend, but only those of age could be chosen This was the year she joined those participating. Her love watched as she walked into the ballroom, her beautiful sequin dress hanging elegantly from her shoulders Standing with some of the other young girls, waiting patiently. The gathering crowd watched as the Immortals made their way to the center of the room eyeing each girl with a dark, mysterious look. One by one each girl was chosen. Brielle tried to steady her breathing, Soon she was the last girl left standing A small smile formed on her love's face But it was short lived. The room fell deathly silent as the last Immortal entered He made his way straight for her as though he had chosen her long before All her defenses were suddenly gone She was captivated by this Immortal "May I have this dance...Mate"
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5 Reviews Added on September 6, 2020 Last Updated on September 7, 2020 AuthorHayllieN the Country US, NCAbout"Our imagination is great, it can sometimes be the best thing about a person, even if putting it into words comes hard." I may not be the best writer, but with a huge imagination, I am always coming u.. more..Writing
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