Broken hearts do they have a concert? Is there really a possibility of reinventing a broken soul? I asked myself as I raised the glass of water to my lips for the tenth time, this idea of ​​pretending to be sipping wine when it's really just crystal clear water came from the queen, my clouded irises intensify when I see the female silhouette start to move on stage in front, with an indecipherable lightness, her slender body follows the melodic and dramatic music, everyone watching is impressed by the dancer's agility and balance, but what about me? What I feel? I really have no idea how I'm supposed to feel, Rowena Rascov is my brothers' choice for sector number one, a beautiful ballerina; in addition to being extremely famous, with her blonde hair she is attractive to men's eyes, and she seems genuinely interested in me when we are formally introduced, after her artistic ballet performance. However, I can't even exchange ten words with her, she smiles kindly and sounds shy; their choice resembles your own standards which actually has nothing to do with mine. After the first sector and a long week of complying with royal protocols with Atlanta's main sector, we embark on yet another journey towards the next. For sector number two the candidate was what can we say an extremely interesting choice, Celine Coleman, started her presentation in an unusual way, she walked in front of everyone on a catwalk wearing her own creation of exclusive clothes, inspired by me; however the brunette is not only talented in herself to create perfect clothes compositions, going far beyond that she is in fact very beautiful, with skin in two colors due to a disease that gradually decreases its melanin, and bright brown eyes, in addition to a wide smile of those that steal the air of those who see her, we were introduced, I liked how she was firm and confident.

As in the first week, complying with the protocols, we ended the search in Esters, we boarded the plane again for the next sector, number three; Leaf, brought me a sensation of change as soon as my feet touched the ground, with a rarefied air and with the cloudy sky we entered the place where the presentation of Amélia Falcks would take place, we sat down in front of the stage; a crowd was behind us in the sprawling theater, as soon as she entered applause rang out, the lights went out, and behind the girl images began to pass, her voice sounded calm and quiet, a reading; Yes, Amelia Falcks is a well-known sector three writer, her parents are known to be in-demand teachers in the education sector, however upon being introduced to the candidate; I didn't feel any resemblance between us, so the feeling of change sank into my chest, in itself she is relatively beautiful, with her light brown hair, eyes in an almost black tone, and extremely pale skin, Amelia was attractive, but not for me; as soon as we finished our days in sector three we embarked for the next one, however my face was discouraged and lifeless, Cameron my younger brother approached me at a certain point in the trip.

_________ What goes on in that thick head? - He questioned, my eyes continued to focus on the window next door, the clouds covered much of the landscape.
_________ That we're just wasting our time.. - I comment with a certain bitterness in my voice, Cameron lets out a brief sigh.
_________ You didn't even give any of them a chance! - Exclaimed my younger brother frowning. I turned my face looking at his irises, one of my eyebrows rose in an expression of who knows very well what he was going to say at that moment.
_________ They are pre-made for you and Thomas, how do you want me to be interested? - Cameron opened his mouth, once, twice, in the third he finally found the words.
_________ I guarantee that this girl will see her tomorrow, you'll like it... - He turned his face to me and I gave a smile as if to say I won the argument, then I went back to watching out the window. Birds are really interesting, they fly free wherever they want; I always wondered what it would be like to be free like these beautiful birds; however I am aware that I will remain in an invisible prison without even having the taste of freedom, I must content myself only with the illusion. When going down in Nigrum the military sector, I feel in my bones a strange sensation, when passing through the sector I could see the difference from the previous sectors to this one. The precariousness is evident in some places farther from the center, people are closed off, you hardly see them on the streets, it could resemble a ghost town, for an important sector of Atlanta; I come to the conclusion that my father's government is not being very fair to the military population, the houses are all in single colors, pale gray, I see asphalt everywhere without any vegetation, the metals ring in a tinkling sound as we pass by a part where men weld swords, we arrive at the final destination, Nigrum's arena. At that moment my chest began to throb strangely, an anxiety overtook me, not understanding why I walk beside my family in silence; my mother notices my expression, she approaches holding my hand.
_________ Are you okay dear? - My eyes met hers, however I nod in a positive sign, nothing else the queen says; she smiles warmly in my direction. But something told me that that moment would be important; in a strange way I felt that fate was going to change the course of my story, I just hoped it was for the better...