Chapter 2

Scarlet's POV

I walk around the kitchen, baking cookies for the bakery that I run in the village. My long, red hair flowing as I move. "Hi sweetie!" My mom says, coming in. "Oh, hey mom!" I reply. "Do you want a cookie?"

"I'm fine, Scarlet."

"Okay. How are you?"

"Good. You?"

"Good." I answer, carefully putting the cookies in the oven.

"Scarlet?"

I turn around, facing my mom. She looks sad.

"Mom? Are you okay?"

"It's almost time..." She sobs. "You know what..."

"What? Ohhh... that."

"I h-hope you don't g-get picked... Y-you're my only daughter..."

I hugged her, comforting her.

"Don't worry! I'm going to get something from my room, please make sure that the cookies don't get burned."

"Okay sweetie."

I went up to my room. I see a wooden box on my bed with a note on it.

"No..." I murmur. "Oh no..."

I read the note, then picked up the box.

"It's a cube, not a box. Now where's the map?"

I found it, tucked between the pillows on the bed. Then I grabbed some suppiles and went downstairs.

"Uh, mom?" I call out.

"Hm? What is it?"

"It's nothing." I lie.

"No..." She voice weakly, eyes widen. "You got picked?"

"Yes. I got picked. I have to leave."

I walk over to the door, looking back.

"Bye mom. I'll miss you."

Then left the home I grew up.

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Hilary's POV

I'm in a forest, drawing in my sketchbook when a box appears in front of me. I glared at the note and packed up my stuff that I have with me. I went along with the map leading me.

Along the way, I bump into Scarlet.

"Hey, Scarlet." I say and she leans on me. "Are... you okay?"

"N-no." She sobs into my shoulder and a bit of my short black hair.

"You got picked?"

"Y-yep."

"Guess what?"

"Hmm?" Scarlet stands up, wiping her tears away.

"I got picked too." I announce sadly. "At least we can look out for each other."

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Max's POV

(No, not Mithzan, aka Mad Max. Just pointing that out)

Seeing the box in my room, I shut the door to have privacy. I stared at the note and found the map.

The map looks like it was drew by a five year old.

"Damn..." I mutters, gathering my items and sneaked out of the room through the window. "Damn it. Why me? Why?"

I ruffled my black hair, looked at the map and follow the path.

[A/N: Volia! Another chapter for you guys! Hope you like it!]