The misfits. The rebels. Case makers. The ones that are round pieces in the square holes. The ones who see things differently. They don't like rules. And they have no respect for status. You can quote them, disagree with them, glorify or vilify them. But the one thing you can't do is ignore them. Because they change things. They push the human race forward. While some see them as crazy, we see geniuses. Because the people who are crazy enough to think they can change the world are the ones who do. I believe that everyone has a power. And we can, yes, change things. Call me an idealist. Dreamer. And romantic. I'm all that. But I still believe in people and change. And every change starts at the bottom of each person who really wants to make a difference. I'm not saying that I've changed and I'm not going to change... I'm just saying that the world must be changed. It's been happening since most of the last few days. I don't think you can even call it war, it's just that there isn't a word for that form of destruction. At school, they said that Atlanta is a fertile plain surrounded by huge lakes full of fish. The surrounding mountains are rocky and forested. Farms can barely feed half of us. Even the rich felt the weight, and the king declared war, now against his own son, plunging everyone into this conflict that neither side has a real chance of fighting. win. But it's not funny now, not when it seems like at any moment I'll be saying goodbye to the ones I love. ______________ One week, Ayla. One week and we'll have some answer of what to do. -His voice begins to fail, although he tries to disguise it by coughing, Blacke has never been the sentimental type, however, lately he has shown too much emotions. "I still have my doubts about your prince." I can see the resistance rise in his eyes. ______________ He ​​is not my prince and there must be something we can do - let go. ______________ he has nothing anyone can do. Not while our hands are tied. - He doesn't need to tell me that. ______________ No. We'll find a way. - Even in this situation, he finds the strength to make fun: ______________ The people? - My cheeks burn more than any fire. ______________ I am destined for this. ______________ There is nowhere to go - he shoots. At least we are discussing the idea. At least he didn't give up. ______________ We'd never survive the eastern winter it's all sea; the south is a radioactive hell... and anywhere in between is crawling with security agents. The words overflow from my mouth like a river: ______________ Same as the village. Crowded with security agents. My brain works its hardest to find something, anything, that might be useful. And then comes a light, clear as lightning. ______________ What if we managed to infiltrate someone inside the palace so that we know what is going on inside? It has to be someone you can trust who is not bought. -His mouth opens, about to machine gun a thousand reasons not to work. But then he smiles. AND he nods. I don't like meddling in other people's affairs. I don't have time for this. And yet here I am, hearing myself say two fatal words - Leave it to me. In the shadows of the trailer, barely visible in the light of the lone candle, Nathan is lost in his own thoughts. He wears a red suit emblazoned with suns, he certainly doesn't care for the robes at this point judging by the sweat on his face, he's not used to the heat and humidity. He points to a bench and as soon as I sit down he does the same. _______________ Ayla... - he whispers looking at me. His eyes bore into my face. _______________ I have an idea. - I broke the uncomfortable silence that settled in the environment while he looked at me, Nathan always has this power to make me embarrassed just by pronouncing my name - Let's put someone inside the palace to inform us of your father's actions. - He looks at me even more deeply. _______________ Do you want to put one of ours there? - I nodded in agreement. He holds up a big hand to stop me. _______________ Who exactly? he repeats, his gaze filled with meaning. My heart leaps in my chest. And I don't even understand why, yet I feel agitated with every sentence expressed by him. _____________ Blacke - I answer without thinking twice. I rack my brains trying to find someone else, yet he's the only one I trust. _______________ Are you sure? Do you know how dangerous this will be for him? - he blinks his eyes without changing his expression. _______________ Changing the world has a price, and he knows it. _______________ All right, let's find a way to get him in there. A deep silence fills the trailer. I can feel the night slipping away taking precious minutes, Nathan senses my discomfort and my impatience, but he's in no hurry to speak. After what felt like an eternity, his mouth finally opened. _____________ The Guard is recruiting soldiers, due to the latest events and how several men have made themselves available to me, they are recruiting those who wish to fight alongside them, Blacke can make himself available, they will accept after all there are not many options. It takes all my self-control not to do something stupid, whenever I talk to Nathan, I feel my body stir and burn in a strange and uncomfortable way. But something always holds me back and doesn't allow me to show my real emotions in front of him. ______________ Okay, I'll warn you it will probably go later today. He nodded and then let out a sad sigh. ______________ Are you well? - I question observing his face, it is obvious that he is not, assuming that he is against his father's decisions, abandoning his "home" and family to fight for people who have no blood ties with him, Nathan is in amid the turmoil between being a better monarch and doing what is right or simply continuing in his own existence and ignorance, alongside his family. He looks up at me, who is now standing, shows a warm smile as he says. _______________ I am. - It's a lie, I can see it in every syllable pronounced, however, I'm too selfish to question or simply console, we need him, he's our gateway poet to a new future, it doesn't matter if he's happy or sad, Nathan needs it stay by our side, only then will a new world emerge for everyone in Atlanta, for this reason I turn my back after hearing his answer, I just follow my path, the one that was imposed on me by fate, to be someone who will change things at all costs what cost.