Children of the Eon

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Expectations. A strong belief that something will happen or be the case. Expectations. Thats for people who are optimistic, something I'm not. The whole concept of 'expectations' doesn't fit in with how i live but once hearing all my father's stories of the past world, and how the City of Eon survived, i couldn't help but have had expectations. I did not expect it to be like it was many years ago nor did i expect it to be like the rest of the world. If this is our safe haven, the place that survived, then why does it seem so dead. I could not help but expect it to seem more alive, half of the lights in the city don't work. Almost making it darker then the basement, if that wasn't for the occasionally flicker of a street light and the brightness of the moon shining down on lake. Serene. The word i would use to describe what I'm feeling in this very moment is serene. Calm, peaceful, and untroubled. That's what it felt like. That's what it felt like to be out after so many years. To finally breathe fresh air. I walk farther towards the lake, that feelings only grows. No more houses nor flickering streetlights. Just me and the moon. I start to feel a breeze coming from the water, brushing ever so delicately against my skin, blowing my hair back in a subtle manner. At the lakefront i stand staring out. Thinking. Using thoughts. Something i find quite dangerous. Something i constantly do. Everything. Everything started by a thought. Thinking is a powerful thing, with an outcome unknown. I think a lot. Sitting in the dark basement alone, sitting and thinking. Thinking of how i could escape the fate I'm destined to have. Thinking how could i change the Eon. Thinking how could i save my father if the peacekeepers capture me. Thinking no matter what i do i can't change fate. Thinking I'm just one person, one person who hides for their live. Thinking, Knowing i won't and i can't change anything. Awaking out of my thoughts buy a glimmer of light shining directly in my eyes. A reflection on the lake. The sun has begun rising. A various mirage of colors oranges pinks purples all blended in the sky. The lake no longer an abyss of black painted by the moon, nor did it appear blue as my father had told me. Instead it looked a metallic grey, glistening as the occasional spear of light pierced through the clouds and brushed over the surface. Most citizens of Eon get up at the crack of dawn. I begin to head home, going as fast as my feet have ever carried me. Reaching my home i walk up the stairs stepping down my foot with as little pressure as possible, taking hold of the door knob, turning it fully around before slowly opening the door. Without releasing the door knob from its turn i rap my hand around the door knob on the inside and fully shutting the door behind me before controllable turning the knob back to its original hold. Walking down the hallway cautiously, faintly stepping my foot down before acutely stepping forward, to clarify it's not going to creak and awake my father from his sleep. Heading down the stairs stepping one foot then the other slowly going down to avoid noise. Taking a few seconds in between steps before reaching back to the basement. Heading to my "bed" which was an accumulation of old cushions and blankets in the corner of the room near the small window. As i effortlessly rearrange the the blankets and as i sink slightly into the cushion with ease i develop the thought of sneaking out once again tomorrow night. I plan to fulfill the thought. I know what it's like out in the Eon, i can't and i won't stay a prisoner in my own home, my own body. I'm a Child of the Eon and I'm done hiding.