The Chosen: 2. The Selection

None of the girls were smiling in their 'contract' pictures. Did they even want to be there? Were they excited? Were they nervous? It was hard to tell since all of them looked pretty much exactly alike...in expression that is. They were as diverse as they could be according to their information packets that Maxon was given. Perhaps this was a mistake to look. Perhaps he should just leave them unopened on his desk and learn what the girls were like for himself.

But...it is always better to be prepared. So, Maxon debated within himself for a while and then decided to compromise. He would look at their pictures and traits. The histories, rank in society, and all of the other unending detail about each, could be read later, maybe. For now, this would be a good start. He'd try to put names to faces in his memory for now. That is what would be best for him.