Tomorrow a Choosing 2

now i know what you might be thinking "oh god another hungergames clone" and its really not, trust me.

The next morning felt unfit to even be a morning, not only for Han but for everyone there. On every first of a month there is a choosing. A choosing is when a new Champion of Anthelom is chosen. However its not randomly selected, the person to be chosen to be the next Champion needs to have a certain kind of aura. This aura needed to be the galactic aura, an aura that possesses unbeatable powers, detection, strength, speed, and allows the owner on the aura to posses the powers of the Galactic Champions. 

Prophecy tells on five legendary galactic warriors each with a galactic aura. They would wield black Armour given to Anthelom by the Mermaidens, and each would possess a guided weapon that fit what they mostly were capable of using. The metal that these weapons are made of is called the Dechanight. This metal is forged from metals in a huge planet, forming into a legendary metal only thought of by blacksmiths to forge a perfect weapon. Aside from the five galactic champions, there are five pieces of Armour that can not bend or break, the Armour of Brutus is what this is called, however, since there is only one set of Armour the team must split them up equally, they do so like this; there are the boots for the fastest, the gloves for the strongest, the chest plate for the leader, the helmet is for the most precise, and the ring for the magic user, for precise magic.

That is where our story begins, with a prophecy, and a young boy, the hero of this story. Oh but you have no idea who this young lad is do you? Oh pardon me, our young hero is Han Vanderbilt, he has black hair, bright blue eyes, and he has absolutely no skill. He's honestly an outcast of sorts, no one will accept him as an apprentice, he tried everything: bakery, butchering, armoring, smithing, mining, horse training, farming, planting, weeding, roofing, door making! However, unlike other children, he was born onto the world with no parents. He was birthed of the street, left there to die. No one knew who his parents were or where he came from, he was light skinned just like the Anthemlomians were, so they just assumed that he was just another cast away. This was unhealthily common for Anthelom; people would have a baby then throw it out the window or just let it die. Han was lucky however, because not a lot of kids who end up like that get saved by anyone.

“Thank you again Aunt Mable, the pie was very good.” Annabelle turned to her aunt and waved as she ran into a dark alley. It was storming and very Thunderous as with every step she took so did it seem that Zeus himself was counting them with bolts of lightning. She wore her Grandma's old Summer hat for protection against the fierce rain, it was her favorite thing to wear during any season. The lightning, shooting down from sky, almost chasing her down the dark, mysterious alley. she was almost at the end when she heard the cry of a child. She stopped and franticly looked around for the child. The hat she was wearing flew off and she quickly reached for it but it blew away.

She headed towards the hat, sprinting down the alley. It was hard for her to be running without stopping because she was too poor to afford any pairs of shoes, there was broken glass and nails scattered all over the alley. She left bloody foot steps with each step. suddenly the hat stopped. Annabelle slowed to a stop right in front on the hat. she stood and stared at the hat, with a blank face. She bent over and slowly grabbed the hat, then slowly picked it up. Then something grabbed her thumb, like it wanted the hat but it couldn't fight hard enough. Annabelle jumped back and stared at the hat for a second, Then reached down and yanked the hat from the hands on what ever had a hold on it. she turned to run in fear on what could have grabbed her thumb, but she heard the crying again, but it was closer, as if it was right behind her. she turned again and saw it. A baby.

“And that was me?” Han asked Annabelle after listening to the story told by her. “Yes exactly.” she replied with a smile. They were in the middle of dinner, Annabelle was almost finished with her plate of roast beef, but Han had barely touched his food. Annabelle noticed this but waited to ask about it latter. Han looked up at his foster mother and looked scared. Annabelle looked down at the small child “uh...are you ok sweetie?” she asked. “Have you ever seen a man in all black, with a witches hat?” he asked her back. She looked at him with a look almost disappointed. “You mean you don't know who Alexander Cley is?” Han looked puzzled, Han just thought he was some weird guy who controlled the guards in that area, or what he said ‘headmaster of the Crimson Hopes’. “I have no idea, but he showed up out of nowhere during a public killing of another ranting priest.” Han said. “Oh…..sweetie...Alexander Cley is....he's an ok guy just….he,” she gasped to a knock of the door. It sounded angry, and the first thing she thought of was a guard. She told him to stay put as she went to the door. Han stayed at the table, only listening to his moms foot steps get further and further away. He couldn't exactly see who it was, since the front door was blocked by a wall that separated the kitchen from the front room, but he could almost make out a familiar voice telling his mom ‘good luck’ and ‘hows the boy?’ and ‘i miss you’. Han pondered on why this deep yet soft voice, echoing through his mind to find a source, sounded so familiar. But once he heard the front door close, his mind drew a blank, as if the voice died out and couldn't reach the piece on memory where it once laid, and Han felt like he almost had it.

His mom walked back into the kitchen and looked at him for at least a minute or so, they both said nothing. Then she suddenly tilted her head to the right and smiled. Han then smiled and knew everything was ok. “who was that?” Han asked.

“Oh, it was just a guard telling me that it's time for us to head off to bed if we are going to be at the ceremony tomorrow.”

“Oh yeah! i forgot!”

Han ran up the stairs in excitement. He couldn't wait for his first ceremony of choice. But what han doesn't know is that this isnt just some choosing, its a life or death choosing.