I was tagged by Salminion to answer five questions, so here they are-

1. Describe your family, ten words maximum.

My family is really quiet and organized.

2. If you could break only one rule in the world, what would it be?

I would break the rule that people have to get a certain number of hours of sleep every night to be able to function properly. Imagine how much more productive your day would be if you didn't have to sleep!

3. How are you most inspired?

I'm most inspired when I'm listening to my favorite YouTube epic music mix. It really wakes my brain up and gets me thinking!

4. Make up a random story off the top of your head?

Is it okay if my story is set in the world of the Books of Lessaenes? I'm sorry, but that's what I'm thinking about right now XD. Well, it says "random," so I'm going to take that as a yes. Okay, here goes-

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Elysia Ruth Veloran.

My mother once said that my name sounded like the River Proselxyt at the height of summer, flowing effortlessly off your tongue like water across a bed of smooth stones.

No one said my name like that anymore. Now, it was always "get in line, Veloran!" Or "Stop daydreaming and listen, Elysia!" Of course, that was to be expected. There was nothing sweet in the life of a young Ice Guard recruit. Everything from our uniforms to our food to the mattresses we laid on at night was coarse and rough, crafted for the sole purpose of desensitizing us and turning us cadets into real soldiers of the Empire.

As we stood for roll call at the break of dawn, our Auras dimmed to the lowest possible level and our arms held at our sides in a stiff posture, our Captain walked down the row, examining us one by one. He moved rhythmically, softly humming to himself as he paused for one second in front of each frozen recruit before moved on. However, when he reached the short boy beside me, he abruptly turned on his heels and stopped.

"What's your name?" He snarled, peering menacingly into the boy's eyes.

"R-Renam, Sir," he stuttered, quivering in fear.

"Your Aural shield is in the wrong hand," the Captain said dryly.

Renam quickly transferred the thick blue square from his left to his right hand, looking very embarrassed.

"Good," the Captain nodded. "I'd normally have a cadet beaten for such a blatant mistake, but you look like you haven't even hit your growth spurt yet! How old are you, Renam?"

"Thirteen, Sir," the boy answered confidently.

"Just a kid," the Captain muttered under his breath, shaking his head as he quickly passed me by. "These Rhenan families...selling their children off to the military when they can't afford to feed 'em."

"Hey!" Renam hissed, lightly poking me in the ribs as soon as the Captain was out of earshot.

"Shut up!" I snapped. "Do you want to get us both a beating?"

"He can't hear us," Renam smiled softly, reaching for my hand and slipping a warm wooden disk into my palm. I squeezed it tightly in my fist until the Captain had moved on to the row behind me. Then, I slowly uncurled my fingers.

I gasped in surprise, fear, and delight. The disk was worn from years of being in Renam's pocket, but the design etched into its surface was something any Rhenan could recognize in their sleep. A dancing white flame, the symbol of hope, the symbol of the rebellion. After admiring the exalted insignia for a few minutes, I came to my senses.

"Get rid of it!" I pleaded. "If someone found this, we'd be in huge trouble!"

"No, keep it," Renam beamed. "We don't have to be afraid of them anymore, the Flames are coming. They're coming for all of us, soon."

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5. Phoenix, Wolf, Cow, or Horse?

Phoenix! When I fail, I shall rise from my own ashes!

6. If you could change your age, would you, and to what?

I wouldn't change my age. Actually, I'm happy with the age that I am.