The room was about the size of a normal living room. A circular table with chairs lined around was in the center. The table was hollow, and a screen hovered and holographic keyboards were at every chair.
"Sit, any seat will be fine."
Me and Izz sat next to each other, Illus sat across from us.
"Here," she said, pulling a map up in the screen. "is where we believe your mother is."
The map had a red dot on it and she zoomed in and it seemed to be a hellish isle.
"Where is that?"
"Not on earth. It seems to be underground."
"Where at? The underworld?" I laughed at the last world.
"It seems to be. We didn't know about its whereabouts, much less how to get there."
"Wait.. The underworld is real..not a myth?" Izz questioned.
"Indeed. We thought it was a myth from mythology, but it is in fact a real area."
"How do we get there?" I stepped in.
"No clue. If this was on earth it would be somewhere under... Lady liberty."
"Wow, clichè."
"Very. Anyways the staff can't leave this camp, like I've said before."
"We'll go" Izz said with excitement. "Me, Grayson, Arc, and Rag."
"Splendid! You'll leave tomorrow!"
"What?!" Izz and I screamed in unison. But it was too late, Mrs illus was halfway up the stairs, giggling like a seven year old.
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Gray Days
General FictionA young boy is a fugitive always on the run from the police. Then one day, just like every other cliché, his life changes, in the best but darkest way possible.
