Through the Looking Glass1.
"I pledge allegiance to the TwelveThe divine rulers of the landTo the Lord, and whatever he doesOne nation, under KronosIndestructible,With structure and discipline for all"I sat down in my seat and waited for my instructor to arrive. The class was silent, as we have to be.It's one of the rules. And you never disobey the rules.Finally, our teacher walked in. She was what one might call a 'free spirit', with her crazy hats andneon socks. The rules say that everyone must dress the same, but she never listens. She was like abright spot in the other wise dark days."Hello class! How are we all today?" Miss Stevens asked.We all recited the same thing as we do everyday, "We're ready to learn, Miss Stevens.""Good," she smiled. Her smile lights up the whole room. "Today is Quiz Day. Here are your quizzes.Please answer each question completely." Miss Stevens handed everyone a quiz.I looked down at the paper. Five questions, I can do this.Question one: Explain how The Elite Twelve rose to power.Okay, this one is easy. We've learned this since we first started school. I picked up my pen and wrote,'
Back in the dark days, The Elite Twelve were imprisoned in the depths of Tartarus by the Evil Ones.Our Lord Kronos rose out and vowed to retake his rightful kingdom. In the Final Battle, our Lord Kronos defeated the prophesied one, Perseus Jackson. Perseus, along with all the Evil Ones, weretossed into the depths of Tartarus and their training camp was burned to the ground, along with all itscampers. There were no survivors.'
I reread my answer. Precise and to the point. Just like the rules say.Question two: What made the prophesized one, Perseus Jackson so hard to beat?Another easy question. I wrote,
Perseus Jackson dipped himself in the River Styx. This made himinvulnerable, except in his Achilles' Heel. Lord Kronos easily found his Achilles' Heel (located in thesmall of his back) and made a clean cut. Perseus Jackson was killed and his remains were tossed inTartarus. (see question above)
I reread this answer as well. I sounded like a well oiled machine« but that was what the rules said.The rules allow us to function properly.Question three: What was one important action that The Elite Twelve took in their first days of office?This was an easy question, although I could have chosen multiple answers, this was what I felt wasmost important.
The Elite Twelve worked for seven straight days to completely write The Rules. TheRules allow our society to flow smoothly. In the time when the Evil Ones ruled, there was muchviolence and poverty. Now, everyone is equal. The Rules have greatly improved human life.
I looked over this question. The Rules were very important. Now, do I feel like they're important?Well« oh, what am I thinking? Without The Rules, we would be nothing. Less thinking, more writing. Imoved on.Question four: What makes The Elite Twelve so fit to rule?I wrote automatically, the answer had been pounded into my head since before I remember.
The EliteTwelve are as follows: Oceanus, Tethys, Hyperion, Theia Coeus, Phoebe, Mnemosyne, Themis, Crius,Iapetus, Rhea, and Kronos. Oceanus is the ruler of the sea. He is the only one who can control thewater. Tethys also rules the seas, right beside her husband. Hyperion is the ruler of the sun. Hecontrols how much heat and light we get. Theia is the "bright one". She helps control her husbandsanger, to ensure our safety. Coeus is the thinker. He thinks about all the important decisions and weighs the options. Phoebe controls the moon. She decides when we shall have light once Hyperionmakes the sun go out. Mnemosyne controls memory. If she feels you're don't deserve to remember something, she erases it. Themis represents balance and justice. She often decides your fate« if youshall live or die. Crius controls the night sky, the constelations. Iapetus is known as the "piercer". Healso rules the underworld, the area where the Evil Ones are. He has to make sure they never escape.Rhea and Lord Kronos are the complete rulers of our land. Lord Kronos controls time.
I didn't even bother to reread that question. I knew it far too well.Question five: Wyh si uor scoyeit cdnoiesr ot be prfeetc?I blinked my eyes. The letters where all blurred together. I closed my eyes and opened them a fewseconds later. When I opened them, the letters were normal. I reread the question: Why is our societyconsidered to be perfect? This has been happening a lot lately. The letters will blur together and then Ican't read them. I haven't told anyone about except for my best friend, Zacia. His name is irregularand is not accepted by society. His parents are just like that. Irregular and not accepted. I guess itruns in the family. Miss Stevens is his aunt."You have five minutes to finish up." Miss Stevens said.I picked my pen back up and scribbled down an answer. Miss Stevens came by and collected ourquizzes. She stood in front of my desk, her eyebrow raised, reading my quiz. "Curious answer tonumber five, Miss Kilmore." Then she walked back to her desk.The bell rang for classes to end so I gathered up my things. On the way out the door, Zacia ran up tome. "What did you write on number five? My aunt seemed« I don't know, almost pleased."I looked at Zacia. He was just like Miss Stevens, with his bright orange hair and his neon socks. "Whydon't you dye your hair a more normal color?" I asked.
"Why give in to the man?" he looked at me. "What I mean to say is that I don't like to be likeeveryone else, that's all. And anyways, you never answered my question. What did you write onnumber five?""I- I don't remember." I said. Now that I think about it, I have no clue as to what I wrote."Right. I'll find out Jemma. I always do." he walked away from me. Suddenly, I felt like I was about toexplode. My body was burning up with heat. Sweat started gathering in puddles on my body. I had toget out of here. I ran to the nearest exit and straight out the school.As I stood right outside of the door, I thought about where I could go. I knew for sure I was not goingback to the "home". The "home" was a place for kids whose parents were no longer here. I had noidea what happened to them, only that they weren't here now.I took off in a random direction, wanting to be anywhere but here.After about ten minutes of hard running, I collapsed right beside a big pile of rocks. Once I caught mybreath, I looked around. I was setting at the base of a small mountain of rocks. It looked like a pileof« well, you know« In the distance, you could see a river.For some reason, I knew I was safe here, that nothing bad could reach me. I sighed and laid down torest.
2.
I woke with a start, my eyes scanning the darkness for any irregularities. Nothing. I swore I heardlaughter« I guess I'm hearing things again.I yawned and looked up at the sky. I guess Phoebe and Cruis were in a good mood; the moon wasshining full and bright and the stars were twinkling, or as close as you can get to twinkling in a frozensky.I stood up, dreading the walk back to the "home". The Rules specifically say no one is to be outside atnight. Who knows what kind of scolding I'll get later.I slowly made my way away from the pile of rocks. As I looked back, I thought of a name for it«Jemma's Fist. If you tilted your head and squinted one eye, it did resemble a fist. Why name itJemma's Fist? I'm Jemma, and I deserve something to be named after me. What better than a pile of rocks, am I right?I continued walking; as soon as the safe feeling had entered, it left me. I stepped back a few feet andthe safe feeling returned. I stepped up and BOOM! The same old, bad feeling was back. I lookedaround to see if I could see anything that might have cause it. Nothing that I could see. The wholeland was pretty much barren, desolate. You could see things that looked sort of like the foundationsfor buildings. You would have thought The Elite Twelve would have ordered that to be cleared. It'srather curious«I walked the rest of the way to the "home" with no interruptions. There I stood, standing in front of the door. It was once painted black, but the paint had since faded to a grey and was peeling. I took adeep breath and slowly opened the door. Being so on edge, every little sound sounded like an atomicbomb dropping. I quietly closed the door and tip-toed up the stairs.
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