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Prologue

'how long does it take for you to understand that we are in difficult situation?' a deep voice fills the room.

'about three times today, your highness' the young girl answers skipping from foot to foot. The man turns around and sits in a big throne like chair. He points at the window across the room.

'tell me, what do you see when you look out of the window?'. The girls' palms are getting sweaty and she turns to look at the direction the man's finger is pointing.

'a beautiful city, your highness'. The man smirks and crosses his leg over the other.

'behind that' sounds the man's voice with irritation, and the smirk suddenly vanished. The girls' eye begin to flicker from left to right, her entire hand covered in sweat now.

'a...a wall, your high...-

'so you know what our situation is' the man cuts her off. He comes closer to the girl with his hands on his back. The terrified girl tries hard not to make eye contact, so she looks at her own filthy shoes.

'a wall eh, why would we put a wall around our city?'

'to protect the citizen from the out standers, because..-

'enough!' the man yells and raises his hand high in the sky preparing to slap the girl across her face, but he doesn't. The girl flinches and closes her eyes so tight it hurts. The man drops his hand at his side and places it on her shoulder. She's shaking, but still not looking. Her arms behind her back, making sure he won't see them ripping each other out of fear.

'25 years long this wall protected the citizen, you, but most importantly, me. If we didn't had these walls there wouldn't be order in our day. People would not know what danger they'll cross every day to get to work. Why you ask? Because they are not defined. They don't know where they belong to, luckily I know' The man loosens his grip on the shoulder of the girl and walks to the window. The girl feels save enough to look up now and opens her bright blue eyes. She wipes of the sweat on her forehead close to her hairline.

'because of these walls, we are surrounded by the normal ones, the better ones, the healthy ones. Only the one who deserve, the one I want will live in this paradise. Or should I say my paradise'. The man nods at the door signing the girl to leave. She lets her arms fall at her side and bows before heading to the door.

'don't ever forget what I told you, it's the future, your future' the man's voice reaches the door. When the door closes the girl straightens her back and loosens her shoulders. she puts on her guard mask, only her fierce blue eyes are shown. She slowly makes her way to the exit when she's telling herself never to come here again. When she reaches the exit she answers the man with hate and anger.

'I won't forget father'

*

Someone knocks on the door. The wooden sound fills the room the king's sitting in watching out of the window.

'come in' says the king almost absent to his surroundings.

'I have news your highness' a fellow boy brings out, in short takes of breath. The king stands up from his chair and turns to face the boy from a distance.

'I'm listening'

'I may confess about a certain death which occurred this morning at 10.00 AM' the boy takes a little piece of paper out of his pocket. His hands are shaking so bad he almost dropped the note.

'the guards completed their task, we may inform you the death of Harold Harlow, yours sincerely Paul' the guard crumbles up the paper and puts it back in his pocket.

'tell Paul he did a great job and give him this letter' the king points at his desk with a little brown envelope. The boy walks over and takes the note looking -what must be- to long at the address.

'interesting much?' the king asks with his mouth formed in a stern line.

'I, uh...it's addressed to the outside..-

'it's for an old friend, haven't spoken to her in a while' the king answers with ease.

' Paul knows where to bring it' he continues. The boy nods and bows, he puts the note securely under his coat and walks for the door.

'Will' the king's voice fill the boy's ears.

'don't ever look at my letters again, or it will be the last thing you'll see' the king turns around and sits on his chair again. The guard Will swallows a thick blob through his throat, bows yet again and closes the door. He puts on his mask and walks for the exit, on his way to Paul. With a little note on him to the outside.