adlira novella { d 3 }

My father prints books, he is what some people call "A Publisher," while I call him a magician, and he has been that for as long as I can remember in the span of my seventeen years of life. That has made it easy for me to write my fictions, and get them published through my father. They are simply made books, just enough for a little kid to get a grasp of the unknown that shines out to them, just a small sliver of excitement that so few get to have experienced. I myself have experienced it, as I have always devoured the books that my father have placed in front of me, wondering if the book was worthy enough to be in the hands of someone else. He called me his little queen, and so I wrote stories about myself.

The girl who ages with me. The dark haired, tall girl that everyone in her kingdom called a freak for being so tall, with long slender fingers and small weak arms, there was also that tint of hunger that always burned in her eyes, a hunger for reading the books that fell into her arms. In her kingdom, she was secretly a princess, but after her mother was stolen away by the evil dukes of the kingdom of Trois. The dukes had defiled her kingdom and made it so everyone was rude and mean, and they kept it trapped in their strong claws of greed.

Ever since I was twelve I have been writing the stories about her, one a year. Each to enrage the people who read my books about the Capitol without the Capitol realizing it. You see, peacekeepers killed my mother, and for something small too. All she did was print a book that had the words in it "Down with the Capitol." They killed her when I was eight, right after my little sister was born.

This girl, was brave and adventurous, ready to do anything against the Dukes who said they ruled her kingdom by keeping peace inside it, but went off and tortured others in their spare time. This girl who would do anything at all to keep her little sister safe because of how small she was. Every year she was encountered in another of my books, she faced some heroic quest that got her one step closer to defeating the evil dukes of the kingdom of Trois.

All I know, is that to defeat the people who took away my mother and to free the people in my district who have been entrapped for so long they are like the birds I-I mean the girl in my stories- had to free that the dukes had just kept locked up away, staring at for fun and to play around with them, I have to be strong. Not strong in the way you might think, with brawn and muscle, for I am actually quite weak and skeletal because of the insufficient supply of food I receive, I have learned to be strong in my mind, and that will aid me in my quest, because I know that the pen is mightier than a sword, but a pen and mind together is mightier than the guns that they carry.

So all I hope for, is even if the dukes, I mean peacekeepers, recognize the rebelliousness in me against them, and the stubbornness to keep writing my books to destroy them, that my books will live on, and even though they are fantasy, to be taken read as if the dukes are the peacekeepers, and that I am the princess who must take away the dukes so life can be wonderful again, so that there will be no teasing, no hurting. So that the kingdom of Trois will be whole again.