When we get to the room we all usually stay in, the mailbox outside has a letter sticking out of it.
The man who was complaining notices it and stops talking to go pick it out. He looks a bit shocked, but after a few moments of hesitation reads out who it was meant for.
"Uhm.. PR22?
A lump forms in my throat. I have never gotten anything in the mail, let alone a letter. I walk out of the single file line I was in and towards the mailbox. So many eyes on me. Everybody is staring at me. Stop looking at me. I just want everyone to decease so I can stop being stared at.
I grab the letter and look at what it has written on the front of it.
"From your higher,
Plink Trakefield.
To: PR22
CONFIDENTIAL"
A sense of dread washes over me as I read it. I got a letter from a higher up? Me? Maybe I should be thankful. Out of thousands of the people here I got a letter written by PLINK TRAKEFIELD themself! Oh, of course, I forgot to mention. Plink Trakefield is one of the higher-ups. They take a major part in planning out and performing sacrificial ceremonies. Wonder what they could want from me.
The caretaker who gave me the letter sees that I'm taking a while reading it.
"Stop standing around and get back to where you were in line, boy." he says in a harsh tone.
I look at him, agitated and I turn around to go back in line. I forgot everyone was staring at me. However, I make my way back to where I was in line, the wooden floor boards occasionally creaking behind me.
We finally get into the room. The room is somewhat big and on the right side of the room are all of the bunk beds. There's 14 bunk beds but if I also count the top and bottom bits there is 28. On the left side of the room is a whiteboard with 27 chairs. The wall on that side didn't get painted the light yellow colour the other walls are. There's a few drawings from many years ago, some of them are violent, gorey drawings with gruesome contents or just happy and colourful drawings. I just decide to sit down in my bottom bunk so I can have atleast a strand of privacy to read the note.
I unfold the note..
YOU ARE READING
LET THERE BE PEACE
FantasyIts basically my oc lore about a child being born into a large and influental cult that takes place in a world with similar societies. The cult ends up starting a genocide. i also couldnt really come up with a good name soooo yeah :?/
