The Destroyer

Chapter 1

Choosing Day

BELLA’S POV:

 King Cleo was making a speech in front of everyone on the stage. He’s wearing a black clothes with oversized collars, and a golden crown rested upon his golden hair. The crown is enormous, its crusted with large rubies and diamonds. He regal look remind me that this is the man who wanted people like me dead, and any time soon, I will have to face him on that same stage, and shake his pale hands. This is the day that I will have to leave my parents and sister for good. Block over family, block over anything. Is what the government teaches every children inside the school. They are teaching us to have more loyalty to our block than to our own family. If anyone dares to threaten that law, they are punishable by death.

I wasn’t paying any attention to what the King is saying, I was too nervous. My hands were shaking, my teeth were chattering and I was sweating profusely. My head shot up when I heard my name being called.

"Isabella And Simon Scotts." A feminine voice booms the hub, and the teenagers who are excited to walk on that stage, turned their heads impatiently, as if looking for me. My looks at me with eyes filled of tears, but her lips were forming a smile. “I love you, no matter what happened.” She says to me, and my brother. She gave each one of us a tight hug. When she lets go of us, the announcer called our name again. The King snapped his eyes towards us, from this far, I could see the Icy blue eyes that he has, as he sternly looking at me and my brother. My brother noticed it, and he tenses. He nudge me to stand, and walk towards that stage. “I love you.” mom said, her tears fell and she automatically wipe it away using the back of her hands. I should have told her. I thought. I watched my brother’s back, as I follow him on the stage. He looks at me, one last time, then gives me a nod.

I could feel the eyes of everyone boring into my back. Beside the King, is the Queen, and his Heir, Prince Darren. The Queen is dressed in a tudor red velvet, it touches the floor. Her dark raven hair was braided on her back, and a crown was rested upon her head. Similar to her husband’s crown. She has an olive skin. Her eyes were hazel brown, and her lips was emphasized. She’s beautiful. The Heir, has his mother’s hair, it’s too long for a Prince, but it is neatly combed. The other else, he got it from his father, the pale skin, the icy blue eyes, and his nose was emphasized. He has a strong jaw, and a full mouth. I was told by a Magus standing near the stair of the stage, to wait until my brother is done. I watched him take the knife from the counter beside the King. he padded towards the  huge bowl that symbols the Combat, and closes his right hand around the sharp knife, then pulling it back. He grunted. The blood drops onto the sword that was swallowed by a fire. He shakes the hand of the King, then walk towards the Leader of the Combat. I slowly step my foot on the stairs. My heart is beating rapidly. My legs are weak, as if it had turned jelly. I stumbled, and landed on my face in front of the King. I could hear the audience gasp. A cold hand grabbed me the waist, and slightly carries me, helping me to stand on toes. When I did, I realized it was Prince who helped me. My eyes widened in surprise, and embarrassment filled me.

“Be careful.” He says. His voice was serious, but there was humor behind those icy blue eyes of his. I nod. He returns to his place.

I picked up the same knife my brother used, there was a little blood left on the edge. I don’t know if it’s his, or the person before him. I ignore the disgusting feeling I have in my guts, whether the person who uses it before he does have clean hygiene. I shakily wrapped my right hand around the knife. This was the time I was going to make a decision that would forever shape my future, and it all depends on which bowl I will drop my blood into. I inhaled deeply, closed my eyes and held it over a bowl, hearing the coals sizzle. I close my eyes, then pull it down on the same bowl my brother chose, the blood came out in a red line on to the sword. The fire ignited, as if it roars to life. I heard the Combat cheering loudly as I stumbled over to them. My parents were long gone, so there was no point of looking over at Magus seats. I took a seat next to a Combat girl who patted my back. She seemed friendly, but I had to watch out. If she knew I was a Divergent, she could be the one holding the gun to my head soon.

Years ago, I thought I would exit The Hub as a Magus, a person who upheld justice, honesty, kindness and hospitality. Who would've known I would be stepping out into the late morning sun as a Combat, fierce and brave by nature? The nervousness wore off slowly like thawing ice as I ran and climbed up to the train tracks with my co-Combats. It vibrated beneath my feet as I watched the people standing together as the born-Combats were waiting for the train, all prepared while the transfers were still puzzled. The train turned the corner and we all broke off in a run. The Combats borns jumped in gracefully and I mimicked them. Or at least I tried to. I grabbed a handle and threw myself in, landing at the feet of an Aucourant transfer. He gave me his hand and pulled me up. Behind me, is Simon, who was cursing under his breath.