𑣲⋆Darrow Au Andromedus

All men are not created equal. The Golds ruled. The Golds ensured that the rules were followed, and the Institute was a way to show the upcoming leaders of society what would happen in a world without rules, without hierarchy, without Gold. A grand simulation meant to mirror historical human conflict and the rise of order from tribalism.

Yet, right now, as she thought of it, the institute was just a mud bank full of shit. It was a cold night. The unforgiving chill of the air sent an unpleasant shiver down her spine. Her House—Neptune had her hunting alone..well, not alone, she was accompanied by Cygnus, though he was dumb, so he wasn’t helpful, the reason was because the other bastards said they were out of food so they sent her to hunt after she called the primus an idiot, and Cygnus had the bad luck of being weak and perfect to ruin her night. In the frigid weather, she found her hands beginning to numb. Her fingertips are already stiff and unfeeling, her ears the same, so she just gave up and sat down, she would rather have the bastards starve than going back, Cygnus was awfully quiet, she sighed and called for him, after he didn’t answered, she went to look for him. She saw a small figure with a fur coat drag him to the bushes, and without warning, her head met the snowy ground, hit by an unknown object from behind.

It was … warm. The crackling of a fire can be heard, past the static she heard in her ringing ears. She looked up. And, a muscular man — About seventeen years old, with bright golden hair and coldly aureate eyes. He was languorously stretched across a couch, his squared face serene as he stared at the dancing flames. She looked to her left, poor Cygnus was still unconscious.

As her eyes met the boy’s, she recognized him, she had heard whispers of him, the reaper of house mars

“Wake up sweetlings, the sun is up and breakfast is ready!” An annoying voice spoke, full of mockery and sarcasm, Sevro au Barca appeared behind Darrow.