Awkward eye contact. Then a doctor came walking in a blonde-haired woman with brown eyes and dark olive skin. "So, what's your name?" "Sapphire Victoria." "Age?" "14. 15 in huh three days." I've got to leave in three days. Oh man, how time flies.
"So put you in as 15?" She asked. "No, just fourteen." "Yeah, okay." "Any family or close friends?" "I've got a younger brother." "Guardians?" "Nope." "Any pre-existing medical conditions?" "I've been to the hospital many times before, but no lasting conditions." "All right, you're all set. Questions?"
"How long until I can get out of here?" "Eh, give or take three days." "And yes, you can have visitors, but only an hour a day. I suspect you'll be feeling very weak for a while." So I'll be here until my fifteenth birthday, which I've been looking forward to for a really long while.
"Haha, by that look you have on your face, you're not too happy to be spending your birthday in here." "Well, it's better than what I would be doing if I wasn't in the hospital." Brian gave me an odd look.
He'd know, after all, in just some days. The most emotionally damaging day of my life is coming up, and this happens right before. I put my arm over my face. This is a little too much for me right now. I'm going to go to sleep and come back when I'm ready for all of this.
"That's all I needed to know, doctor. You can leave now." I said calmly. "Where's all of that Sapphire charm that is usually always there?" "Not feeling like myself right now," I said with my hand still over my face. "What's getting you down, babe?" I smiled slightly upon hearing him. Brian got closer and kissed my forehead. I stayed silent anyway after his question.
"When you're ready, come tell me." He got up and left. I'm left all alone in my room. My thoughts wandering isn't such a good idea. I need a distraction. I got up and sat up in my bed. I pushed myself up and dabbed the floor with my feet, then completely jumped off.
I felt an electrically painfully feeling in my legs and fell over into the monitor. I tried to keep the sound to a minimum, and it didn't work. It was still all painful. I pushed myself back into the bed. And meditated. My power core, where is it at? Hmm, found it. I sat down with it.
And meditated around it. I started floating in the dream world. Opening my eyes to the world. I saw my core and a certain unlocked part of it. I grabbed it. Feeling it was so familiar. I know what it is. I KNOW WHAT THIS IS!!!!! It's the missing part of my power! The one that disappeared after I was saved!
My different sight. I reached towards it to complete the insufficient part of it. I grabbed it but it was like it was still locked away even if I found it. It was still locked. Maybe it's best that I don't reach out and try unlocking it.
It's probably locked away for a specific reason that I either can't remember or can't understand. Anyway, I can't use the forca technique right now.
I simply meditated just focusing on increasing my PR. Probably won't do anything, but honestly, I just want to kill the boredom. Every time I increase my PR, I realize that I become more in sync with it. I'm almost to a point where I don't even need a mental switch, and my power is almost a semi mind of its own.
Just doing what's most efficient, It's been getting easier with control and everything else which includes the magnitude of my powers abilities. Which I haven't been able to test so far due to the fact that I don't want to kill anybody by accident.
Which would be… Very bad. I finally broke my meditation. Birds chirping? Slight back pain? Drenched in sweat? Checked. I had meditated for a solid twenty hours. Now I need some sleep. I plopped back down and my back cracked, as I lay down and I finally went to sleep.
Queen Fylar…
Preparations for war have been stressful, but the land we will acquire will surely be worth it. No time for morals and prejudices now is the time to utilize the strength of the new generation and that includes Sapphire at the helm of it all.
I plan on making Sapphire a general once she's around twenty or at least she's one of the top candidates of all time her talent comes once in every thousand years a PR that high no conscience for others' lives and an excellent leader as shown in the Lokust attack.
No qualms about risking her life, simply a perfect future general and now as a soldier. I'll be putting her through military training so she can understand the true prospect of a soldier. She'll hopefully come out like I think she will.
I had just watched her match on tv simply amazing. She knows how to hold back; she knows how to fight with only bare hands, not just know how she excels at it even if she's much weaker with just her hands and holding back.
I heard three polite knocks on the door. I opened it and there was Love. She was angry, sad, lost, or just a mix of all three. I could tell just from her body language. "What is it, Loveleheim." "I want to know!" "Know what? And why are you yelling?" I asked her. "You know damn well what I'm talking about!"
"No, I really don't," I responded. "This war? What's it about? Another conquest for money? Lands? At the cost of millions?" "I thought you would just back up after some years. But seems like you were serious." "I can't believe I'm part of a family that would do an act of pure evil like this."
"You know this isn't evil!" I said, raising my voice. "This is conquering for the sake of the country!" "The same country you'd sacrifice the people of for GREED??!!!" She looked sick. Bags severely under her eyes. A hopeless look on her face.
Her face twisted into one of pure and utter disgust and disappointment looking at me. I felt my heart skip a beat in a bad way. I was hurt by that look on her face. "I knew you were a bad mother but, never a bad person."
I shut the door in her face, making her flinch. I sunk down on the door and broke down. I grabbed some whiskey. And tried drinking my problems away. "I can't get drunk. I forgot." So nothing can make my problems go away and running won't fix it.
Loveleheim…
I shouldn't have said that. It's true, but still, she was never a good mother. Neglectful, I was practically raised by maids and butlers. I was storming down the hall and ran into my room, jumped onto my bed, and cried.
Neglectful, harsh, uncaring. Now she was going to start a war. Both of them are responsible for this, war. It's not fighting back, just unnecessary conquest, war, conflict, and strife. Championing a generation that will have children that will never know what their fathers and mothers look like because of this dumb f****** war!
All because of two selfish, greedy, uncaring, egotistical people. With a bunch of truth manipulating advisors, nobody in my level of the social hierarchy is truly looking out for the country.
Wait! Nevermind! There's one particular boy I know that is always looking out for his friends and country. Although after his encounter with my sister at the ball, I don't know if he's willing to hear me out. Hopefully, he's not one to hold a grudge.
I haven't been at school in a while. I stopped going after the attack, continuing my education at the private school for royals only.