There's this idea that has been floating around in my head for some time now, and I saw the Collaboration and thought, "Hey, why not?" So here's the idea. Imagine something kind of like the Hunger Games. But... Not. In this case it would be call the Knighting and every ten years five teenagers with extraordinary talents are chosen to go to a place called the Kingdom. This will be for seven weeks. The first week will be for getting to know the "Knights", the next five for Challenges, and the last to declare a winner. The no one dies during the Challenges, basically it is a tournament for the differnet Knights to show what they can do. At the end of the five weeks, the Citezens vote on who they think should win. But what they don't know is that the losers are sent to be "Generals" and command an army that will continue the war of the countries that has raged on for years. Obviously, I've had some time to stew on this, so if anyone would like to help please do!
I'd love to join! This sounds awesome!
Thank you! How would you like it to be done, chapter by chapter or is there another way would you like it to be done?
Sounds like a great idea, but I have to say, try to keep it original, don't follow the Hunger Games for an idea if you can help it, or any other books.
Chapter by chapter sounds good! Should we write it on here?
That sounds good unless you have another idea of where. And Black Nether12, I understand your concern of the idea being stolen but it completly different from the Hunger Games trilogy, and other series that I know of. If you find one that is a replica of this story please tell me though if you do not mind; thankyou!
Okay. Would you like to start since you thought of the idea?
Sure, it should be on in a few days.
Ok that sounds great!
Odite Aestiva sat at the head of the stage, swinging her long slender legs back and forth in wait. She stared out at the accumulating crowd with her green eyes filled with fog and dreams. Odite had a lazy smile on her face as she breathed in the crisp autumn air. Her long blond hair was pulled back into a messy bun, strands falling into her face as if trying to hide it. She had deathly pale skin that had a road map of scars on it from her many trips and stumbles. She wore a skirt and a simple red shirt that did not reflect why she was there. She wore no shining armor, nor held weapons in her small cold hands. She hummed quietly to herself as she stared out blindly. It wasn’t hard for Odite to do; she was lost in the darkness of her mind. The wind picked up, taking away the voices that she used as her guide. Her small body went frigid, nervous that she had lost her one sight. The girl of sixteen was small for her age; she had no figure, little weight although she had great height.
Trees swayed in the distance as the wind blew, their leaves disappearing from view. Odite too quaked as she stood on the oak stage. It was not usually there, only for the occasion of the Knighting. It was well done; a large screen expanded each of her small motions. It was odd really, hearing her amplified by hundreds without meaning for it to. The humming was a constant buzz that riled the ever growing crowd up. If only they knew the Hell she lived in. It has been so long sense she had last seen the bright lights of the sun that sent warmth across her skin. She doesn’t remember what her mum had looked like before the accident, the sight of her father’s five o’clock shadow was a mere dream. Odite had learned to make pictures in her mind, but did that replace the sight of eyes? Not at all. Odite attempted to make her way to the line of chairs that she and the other Knights were meant to sit in but it was a near impossibility, the floor was rough and unfamiliar to her.
As Odite tripped and stumbled a boy watched her from the other end of the stage. Dulcis Nocte ran to her aid after a particularly bad trip and caught her arm just before she hit the hard ground.
“Are you alright?” He asked, a slight smile playing at his thin chapped lips. Dulcis had a muscular build and was rather tall, but not as tall as Odite. He had tan skin that was covered in small tattoos. Goodness knows how he got them, seeing that he was too young to be allowed to do such nonsense. He was seventeen and was content in being so. He enjoyed the thought of being able to act young, not having to get job until the eve of his eighteenth birthday. Dulcis never thought of being chosen for the Knighting; it was an impossible dream. If he were to win he could stay in the children age forever. The boy wore dark jeans and a plaid shirt, a few pine needles caught in his hair. He had brown hair that stood up at strange angles, making him seem even more childish.
“I’m fine.” Odite said through gritted teeth. Dulcis made her nervous, as if he could turn on her at any moment. Dulcis slipped his arm through Odite’s and began to lead her so that she would not fall. Odite did not struggle, she was in no place to turn down any tenderness she could find. It had been a long time anyone had been so kind to little, lost Odite.
“Then where would you like to go, Miss?”
“Just to my chair,” Odite slipped her arm out of his embrace, “I’m sure I can manage.” She used her feet like one would use a cane, protecting her from any proceeding danger. Odite felt that Dulcis hovered near by, and that he did to make sure he could catch her if she were to fall off the stage. After what felt like hours of searching for the small metal chairs they finally found them and Odite took her chair. To either side of her there was a chair, one was not occupied the other, however, was. Incursio Rogers sat there, his rock like body unmoving. Incursio with his dark hair, dark skin, dark clothing and soft eyes of blue. That’s right, blue contradicting everything that everyone had ever thought about him. Incursio was a quiet fellow, Odite who had been there for just as long as Incursio he had never spoken to her directly sense the first night. Sometimes he’d speak to a general public including her, and once he read to her. It wasn’t his words of course; his words just as cold and soft as himself. It was a nice night, it was the first night they had arrived. She was terrified and he knew it, who wouldn’t be afraid? She couldn’t even see where they were going. So on that first night Incursio stowed away into Odite’s room and read to her, sometimes singing the lines in the book until she fell asleep. It was the only time that he was not intimidating to her or anyone else. Incursio was much larger than most everybody, much stronger as well.
A women’s voice pulsed through the air, her voice amplified so loudly that interrupted the hundreds of conversations going through the full square.
“Hello ladies and gentlemen!” The voice screeched, “Welcome to the Knighting Day. My name is Anrita, and today I am here to tell you the next Knight!” Anrita was as bright and happy as her clothing. She wore a purple dress that clung to her body, but somehow it still had sharp edges. She wore red heels and a red hat complete with a purple feather that drowned out her pale complexion. “I would like the current Knights to please stand upon hearing their name.” Odite felt Incursio stiffen next to her. Of course they were going to start with him, he was the oldest. He was the fan favorite.
“Incursio Rogers!” Anrita squealed. Incursio stood and there was a loud applause. Next would be Dulcis, they wanted a pattern.
“Dulcis Nocte!” Dulcis stood and waved, a bright smile on his face. There was another loud cheer.
“Odite Aestiva!” Odite stood shakily, the cheer was less loud. She waved and then retook her seat as the applaud died. At least they
“These people and two others will be brought to the Kingdom to compete for the same goal, a life that comes easily. They will have everything they ever wanted, and can do anything they want. They will be treated like Royalty!” There was a cheer and Anrita continued, “Are we ready to find out who our next Knight is?” There was no cheer this time, it was all hushed. They weren’t ready, but they had to go on anyway. To some it was an honor and they were praying to the Lord that they will be chosen, to others it was a way of keeping the Kingdom our way to survive.
Who would it be?
i would love to be part of this. if you allow me.
That sounds great, but there is one thing. It would not let me post the chapter I wrote on the forum. Where else can I post it?
You could try posting it. I guess it's too long to put on this forum?
This sounds super cool! I'm interested!
Sounds great NyghtNinja. However, NavyCopperQuill, I don't really want to post this chapter. This might seem stuck up, but to me it looks really crappy. It is well written I guess, but it is not very well distrubuted if you get what I mean.
Yeah I get what you mean. That's fine. Are you suggesting another form of communication like email or something?
I'm honestly uncomfortable with that also. Aren't I a troublesome person? Do any of you have a story write? There I've seen forum comments go longer.
I would love to be a part of this if that is okay with you. :)