Is Love A Myth Or Is It Real?

Okay, so I decided that, instead of making this in quiz form, I would try story form. So here goes, and the second part might be getting changed up a bit. So yea.

~Tristan~

Chapter 1

Beginning

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Running for my life in the middle of the night was not how I planned to begin my summer. I wasn't quite sure who was chasing me, but I didn't care. All I knew was that it was a man, and he got me to run from him, with tears streaming down my face.

~2 years later~
As I replayed that day through my head once again, I realized something. Running from my initiation trainer wasn't smart. But what else was I supposed to do? The man showed me a gun and then said that it was my turn to die. I was only 13 then. I was scared because I had turned 13 that day, and my brother died on that same day... my birthday. Now it is my 15th birthday, and the 2 year anniversary of my brother's death. He was 14 when he died. Murdered by a snake bite. Today is also my initiation. I am nervous... very nervous. After tonight, I will no longer be a kid. I will be a woman.
Then when I turn 16, I will be getting married to the man my parents choose. I have no say in it, unless I can find love on my own. My mom came in my room with my dress. It was midnight blue with a black bow at the waist. I loved it. This was only for the first part of my initiation. I would be questioned by the elders of the tribe. And the chief as well. The chief was my father, he was a loving and caring man, but he could be tough and could also seem to be made of stone when absolutely necessary. And of course, this had to be one of those nights. I would be questioned by many people. Each wanting to hear the same answer. The answer they wanted was their opinion. But that was the problem, I was the type of girl who didn't match anyone's opinion. I had my own opinion as well as my own personality. Normally all the girls wore pink or white dresses as a symbol of youth and purity. I chose to be different, but I was greatly respected for this.
I was putting the finishing touches on my hair when my mother spoke.
"Jenessee, it's time."
"Okay Mom." I rose and walked out of my room. We walked through down the road in silence. We finally arrived to Town Hall. I was handed off from my mom to the man they wanted me to marry. Yes, he was handsome and had a good personality, but I just didn't like him. I didn't want to be with him. I wanted nothing to do with him. But I would have to put up with him for tonight.
"You know, you should have worn pink or white." He said.
"I don't care. I am my own person and people respect me for it." I replied back.
"Well I don't. I hate it."
"Just be quiet and put on a good show."
We walked down the long corrider leading to the main room in silence. Again with the silence. Oh how I dreaded it. After 10 minutes we finally got to the big double doors. Slowly, they were opened and we entered the room. People cheered and took pictures as we walked down the long aisle.
We reached the table where the Elders and my father sat. I soon realized that there was music playing on the radio. My father had my favorite song playing. The one I wanted playing at MY intiation. It was Holy Water by Brooks and Dunn. When the song was over everyone was staring at the Elders. They were smiling. And once I looked into the eyes of my father, I could tell he was planning something. Then in his deep voice, he spoke.
"Jenessee Inola Tala Mai Troya, you are here for your initiation of womanhood. If you wish to continue, speak now."
"Sir, I wish to continue."
"It is official. She chooses to become a woman. Anyone who objects of this young lady becoming a woman, speak now or forever hold your peace."
At that moment, the doors burst open, someone dressed in a black tuxedo walked down the aisle. He had short black hair and dark blue eyes. The same color of eyes my father had. I knew this young man. He was here, but how did he get here?

Who do u think it is?

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