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Everyone has a mask.
Whether it is a mask to hide your emotions, or a mask to cover your imperfections.
And I knew,
I knew that once we started to get closer, we will try to break ea...
Today is the day of the ceremony. Two people are going to fight. And only one is going to be king. However.. I know that T'Challa is going to win so I'm not nervous at all.
I hear a knock at my door. 'Yes?' My mother steps in. I roll my eyes and continue dressing myself for the ceremony. 'I only came to tell you to dress yourself but I see that you are already at it.' 'Mhm.' 'Yara, I love you and I will respect your choice to temporary not talk to me.' She says before she leaves.
I leave my hair like it is. A wild, curly bird's nest. I search in my closet what to wear. Some people like to go all out with these kind of ceremony's. Not me! I put on a simple white summer dress that stops just above my knees. At the top of my closet I see my mother's old shoulder & arm armor. She said that her father gave it to her right before he died.
Or maybe she lied about that too. Yara. Stop it. Don't be petty. I sigh and put the armor on.
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I finish my look with some simple white Dr. Martens boots. Yes girl. Wakanda also got dem Martens.
I hear the horns sound. That means that the fight is beginning. My heart pounds hard in my chest. What if Erik wins? I seriously don't want him as my king.
After a few minutes I arrive at the Gurai Mountain. I climb up to my tribe. (The mountain has stairs so don't panic girl)
Everyone has special outfits on based on the color of their tribe. Nakia
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