My sister and I walked along the brick road, both lost in our own thoughts. Neither of us could speak. Our parents were dead. Gone. They fell into the lake after the moon's last hint. It's just us now.
The road is packed with teens like us, parents, and even grandparents that have yet to succumb to the death curse of the Road.
We continue.
Two days ago the Ageless One told us of our mother and our father's death. We could not mourn their passing, for this was what we had been prepared for our entire lives. The cruelty of the Road.
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Road of Moon and Sun
RandomMy ancestors all followed the Road. They all followed it and died on it. My parents are dead. Now it's my turn.
