Aurora Mae Laurn
The world was in fact a cruel place, or it had become one. The strong would believe they had the right to control the weak, and the weak would hate them for it. The unfortunate souls who dared have their own opinion, were constant targets and always would be. Those who couldn't fend for themselves only got kicked when they were down, and the downward spiral would continue from there, if they continued to live at all. If the roles were switched what would they think? If the weak became strong, and the strong and powerful became weak and powerless. If the next day was never guaranteed. Life could be simple yet it had to be so complicated, there was no middle ground for anyone, or perhaps everyone had to see the world in black and white and not in color. No body wanted to show that sympathy, no body wanted to be that person to say what they were doing or what was going to happen was wrong. The world needed to governed, no the world needed to be ruled. But why did it need to happen in this way? Maybe if one had the life that the others were living before hand, they could understand. Maybe, but it didn't seem likely.
Delicate hands were placed upon the glass, around them, many fingerprints as if having been done many times before. The girl in whom they belonged, slowly pressed her face against it, breathing gently leaving a fogged up area by her lips. Her eyes, full of melancholy, looked down at the street below. People, the unfortunate souls who fought for their lives so she called it, were beneath her. A woman begged for food, another was so bold as to steal some, and this was a daily occurrence. It was painful to watch, and easy to relate to. How could they live so comfortably, when those around them were barely living. It made her sick to her stomach, causing her to walk away from the window. Her white satin dress flow behind her, a dress short enough to be a long shirt. The sleeves were semi transparent and long, ruffed at the bottom, and the bottom of the dress was slightly ruffled itself. The top was tight fitting, the girl's long legs and womanly figure clearly apparent.
Aurora walked through the room, heading to the lower level, or rather something similar to a living area. The spire was a boring place, and she always felt like it was a prison, one in which her thoughts were rarely heard by superiors. Fortunately for her, that wasn't relevant, Aurora didn't even listen to the Ace majority of the time. Stubborn and rebellious, if she didn't agree she didn't do it, if she didn't like it she would let you know, and if it wasn't right you were in for a fight. However, Aurora did have a sense of loyalty to her fellow spades, she thought of them as family. A messed up family, however her thoughts on the ace varied from the others. Aurora's bare feet finally made their way to the bottom of the stairs, around her, she saw several people in the living area. One of them a fellow spade. "Hello everyone." she said politely, smiling. While she didn't like the view on things most had, they were people, not neccessarily bad people, so they should be treated with respect.