Shade Owens

“his face shield, I imagined him frowning. He probably wasn’t used to being talked back to, let alone questioned about Olympus’s reputation. Even Ivy went quiet as I stood with my hands on my hips. “Get out of my way, little girl,” the Defender said. “I’m not moving,” I said. “If you want to beat on me too, go ahead. Show these people what Olympus really stands for.” He took a step toward me, but something told me he wasn’t sure what he was doing. Maybe it was the way he hesitated, or maybe it was how fast his shoulders were bouncing up and down—rapid breathing no doubt caused by anxiety. Dax moved next to me. “You want to beat on me, too?” Next, Danika joined my side. “Or me?” Rose and Echo joined our human barrier and without a word, crossed their arms over their chests. All of a sudden, someone from the group of Prototypes shouted, “Baby beater!” Someone threw a ball of yarn at the Defender’s head, and more voices erupted throughout the Pillars. “Monster!” “Useless!” “Pick on someone your own size!” I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. Even the Prototypes—all teenagers born and raised in Olympus—were standing up for us. For the first time in my life, I felt like I belonged… like I was part of something bigger than myself. In Lutum, no one had ever dared stand up to a Defender, and now, hundreds of people had followed my example. My lips stretched into a smile as the Defender froze. Before anything else could happen, a loud alarm blared overhead. Red lights flashed as the sound filled the Pillars, and one by one, the Prototypes rushed out of the room. Chapter 24 ────────── “Do you have any idea what you’ve done?” Ivy said, out of breath. She hurried down the corridor, urging us to follow. “He’s going to have my head for this… Oh God. I can’t… I can’t believe you all did that.” As we ran with the crowd of Prototypes, the alarm continued to sound. People ran in all directions, trying to run back into their living quarters. Although I’d never heard this alarm before, I knew it wasn’t good. What were they going to do? Punish everyone? Were people running to hide? Or was the alarm meant”
― Shade Owens, Chosen