ECLIPSE
The transition from prospective brides to murder suspects was not well received.
Commotion descended like a hawk searching for its next kill.
Some of the brides wondered aloud why an innocent bride was suddenly dead. The others were more concerned about what it could mean for their chances as the next Luna Queen.
Fear held them hostage, and composure made an uneventful departure.
But unlike the time when the imposter Ara Zenith died, no one said a thing about leaving the contest.
It was as if they had all managed to come into the unspoken agreement that even if the sky fell, they would not trade the privilege of becoming the most powerful woman in the world for anything.
Not even if death was the cost.
It was like the mini factions formed by them reinforced their greed as they all allowed themselves to be escorted into large carriages with bars for windows and doors.
They were being escorted to prison on the second day of their arrival.
