The Cursed Olympic Souls - By Thomas Morty

About the Book
The Cursed Olympic Souls was a fictionous book written by Thomas Morty, the book was his best seller. The book is about a boy named Daniel, from a society called the Red Society. Every year the country of Pangea, holds a special even called the Skeleton Olympics. In these Olympics, the contestants are cursed, and battle to the death with various challeges...

Chapter 1
At Dawn, first light at around Cel'moneh Selcies', the Red gathered for the day we had been waiting for, The Draw. Not me tho, i dont pay attention to that, im usually out hunting the wild animals here on Pangea, the lrgest land mass in the entire world. Although Pangea is very large, its not very save. Reptiles such as Servants, Tyrannosaurus', and The Poisonous Belgum Pot-Bird. But the good animals such as Telleryars, Jimbos, and Mockingdulios, are fair game, and fair food. In these parts, Its very hard to hunt, the forests are thick, we have tons of mountains, and most of the grass is crawling with bugs that suck your blood from your legs. But i have stradegy, i have a camp area in the woods, its where i live. Just a 17 year old boy, named Daniel, named after my father, alone in the forests of the Red Society. Our Division was named the red Society for the Wars that were fought that brought Pangea together. Back in Gil'moto El' Cere Gan-vwas, Pangea was split by seas, and wars were fought. The Area of the Red Society, back then known as France, was entered in a vicious war. France took the most damage, and we were named the Red Society for the blood shed over the valleys. After the war, the entire globe combined. I was born the day of the binding. All children born on that day were called Holy Children, for we were born on a day when nations combined. Pangea may be a wonderful place, but its a cruel, and dangerous place to live. Rebels lerk everywhere. Not around our area tho, if they were i'd be joining them right now. The country is ran on a very strict system, Lord Mannaraska has taken it into a thing he calls El Noote' Cunga-Bloo, in his native lanugage, the language were all required to speak, it means The Government of Salvation. But to most, its the Government of Hell. You do so much as speak of the Government's Wrong doings, and you are beheaded. I know this, it happened to my parents. They were both Rebels to the Lord. I can never forget the last thing my mother said to me. "Daniel, Do not let them control you, you do not be forced into the..." And she couldnt even be allowed to finish...

Chapter 2
That was tweleve year's ago, when i was only five when it happened. I have never showed my face into town, unless i was trading goods. Or unless its The Draw. The Draw is to see who will go to the Skeleton Olympics. The cruelest, and most deadly of all games. They even make toddlers who cant even talk particpate, and they are killed. Slaughtered like wild beasts. Today was the yearly draw, and i felt as if i should not go, but i did anyways. You could hear the trumpets blare over the country side as Lord Mannaraska arrived into the town square. We were in the poorest town of all the Red Society, Hesgum Villiage, opulation, decreasing by the second. "Today we do the yearly draw, to see who shall compete in the skeleton olympics!" The Lord shouts, and i notcied a child, with a rock behind his back, i wanted to warn him not to throw it, but it was to late. The kid had thrown the rock, and hit the Lord right in the nose, and broke it. "Kill him! Behead him! Kill the beast who so dares assult me!" The lord was mad and yelling. "Sir? Hes just a boy! He hasnt even stood trial!" One of the guards pleads for the live of the boy, but brings his own faite down with the boys. "Behead that disgracful guard to!" Slice, as the crowd watched, you heard a wale from a women, weaping over her lsot son. "Behead the foul witch to!" This man beheads almost everyone. Thats why nobody talks when hes around. Its not like the good ole days, when we had King Charles. He lead a Monarchy, a simple one. No person was sad, and there was no Skelton Games, which increases the decrease of population, here in Pangea. "Now that those traitors have been put to their faite which the so severly deserved." The mad is a lunatic, he thinks everyone loves him, but beneth, everyone in the country side wished his death to finally come apoun. "Its time to draw the representatives of the Skeleton Olympics, on this Fifteenth Anniversary of the games. Gentlemen, and ladies, please cast your names. All the citizens line up with a piece of paper with their name on it. And they cast it into the ballot box. Im the last to go, since im an outcast of the town. "Ok then, Have fun meeting you death... Mr. Daniel Siegburgen?" My eyes widen, and only one thing is on my mind now. Why me?

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