“All participants willing to take place in the Necron Contest, please make your way to the stadium.” Finis and I walked in silence to the stadium, joined by other children and hordes of reporters looking for scraps of information. Loudspeakers rang throughout the city at noon. What did he mean, it wasn’t going to happen? The Necron Contest took place every twenty years, and the winners lived in the most lavish apartments in the highest towers – it was tradition, almost. Just- just stay alive.” Finis walked away, leaving me in one of the house’s polished corridors, confused. “Leuko, the promise of a better life isn’t going to happen-” Finis clapped his hands over his mouth and sighed. I mean, we already do, but I don’t want you to work so hard for us anymore.” “I want this family to have a lavish life. “Leuko, are you really okay with competing? I could figure something out with the people at the Necron court I really think you should stay with Maare.” Finis looked at me, silently pleading for me to stay home. “Are you ready for the Contest today? You’ve got to cheer for me, Maarie!” Finis smiled and put her back down. Finis guided Maare to Auris and told me to follow him. He even took up a job at the Necron court, setting a record for the youngest one ever to join. “Leuko, I’ve been looking everywhere for Maare- THERE YOU ARE!” Finis scooped up Maare and hugged her. Finis was seventeen, and he took care of everything since Mom died. “Maare, why don’t we go inside? It’s cold.” I took her hand and walked back to the house, where Finis was waiting. I quickly waved away Mom’s misty form and shook my head. “What’cha doing, Leuko? Talking to Momma? Can I see?” Just as she was about to respond, my six-year-old sister Maare ran up the hill and jumped on the bench I was sitting on. “That’s true, but what good is conversation or personality when it’s life or death? I might die in this, Mom! Your brother Arte: my uncle died in this contest you should understand.” Spirits have personality!” Mom spun upward, colliding into the dawn fog and floating back down. “Leuko, be proud of yourself! I wished I had been an undead Summoner, but what fun would that be? The undead just stand there and look at you.
Animals appealed to me more than humans ever could. I think I’ll just do what we talked about before.” I wished I had been born a Shifter instead of a Summoner. “Leuko. The Contest’s today, right? Are you excited?” Mom’s spirit form sat next to me on the bench. Barely a second later, a pale, vague figure shrouded in mist was standing next to me. “Mom.” I breathed out in relief and sat down on a nearby bench. I stood next to Mom’s grave and concentrated. I ate while running to the graveyard, tripping over the long pant sleeves in the bland beige uniform participants had to wear.
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I was up at the crack of dawn, putting on the beige clothes one of our servants had left in my closet and running downstairs. Auris, a kitchen servant I had grown quite fond of, handed me a pastry and a flask of tea.
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