✷ DYSTOPIA

@MESHKI It was at the very moment that she tripped over the ledge that Moonbyul cursed her sister for convincing her to take a job at the palace. Today was only her first day and she had served at the Princess Trials, battles to decide which noblewoman would have the hand of the prince. However, falling towards the electric net that kept debris from hitting the spectators, Moonbyul could see that this was also her last day of serving. She hoped her death would be quick.

The moment her body hit the electric current she bounced and slid over it like it was a glass dome. Her body? Not burned to a crisp. No electricity was flowing through her veins or cooking her like the good she was serving. She was...perfectly fine, in all honestly, besides a little pain from the fall. Moonbyul opened her eyes to find herself kneeling on hands and knees over the arena, Silver spectators staring at her in what seemed to be both shock and horror. She gulped, trying to stand up, only to have something that looked like lightning shoot from her hand and break the net. Moonbyul was falling again, this time catching herself on a ledge and hanging there as the crowd suddenly grew in volume to an uproar.

Seeing guards begin to flood the aisle ways, she cringed and shrunk closer to the wall, hoping they wouldn't find her. Of course, they were able to spot her quite easily, the Red in servant's clothing hanging off the wall of the arena. A guard able to control plants grabbed her by the wrist with a vine, pulling her up without caring for the strain he put on her bones before more guards took her by the arms and began to lead her out of the large room.

"Let me go!" she yelled, kicking and trying in vain to remove her arms from their strong grip. However, they wouldn't let go, and she was tired from the sudden adrenaline rush just moments before. Tired and alone, she subjected herself to her fate.