“Ladies and gentlemen,” a booming voice announced from the stage. Swish! The curtains parted, colored lights flashed maniacally, and a deafening applause rang from the audience—whistles, flowers, shouts filled the air—all for a man in a sharp black suit, with hair slicked back, and a radiant glint in his eyes.
That damned man smiled and raised his arm, quietening the crowd. “Today,” he began with a thunderous voice which reverberated in my chest, causing a surge of hatred so strong that it incapacitated me, “We celebrate a victory.”
“At last, we have defeated the Moldavian Empire and solidified our status as a supreme nation, capable of rivaling even the strongest of empires. As you all know, I am but a mere actor,” he said. The abhorrent lie made me grind my teeth— “But having contributed to the war effort, I have received the title of Honorary Noble, and so plan to demonstrate my commitment to the country by enlisting in the Mistvale Academy as a student among you all.”
It must an an honor in this country to starve mothers and children, I thought_ _as a brilliant idea took form in my head, a chance for revenge.
