The treehouse was lit up with fireflies buzzing around in glass jars, giving the entire living area a warm glow, and illuminating the dark, dusky surroundings. Oh, I forgot to mention, Its night by now. The treehouse's walls were draped with elaborately embroidered curtains, all displaying the spectrum. "Is this where I'm staying?" I said in complete dumbfoundment.
"Yes, this will be your permanent living quarters until you either die or leave the organization permanently," Petra said with an ominous tone in the last half of the sentence.
Petra left the treehouse with a swift and soundless exit, leaving me in a large treehouse alone with my own thoughts and worries.
Sleep did not come easy that night. Nightmares swirled around in my head, making it impossible to even close my eyes without images of my old family haunting my head.
Today, 12th moon of the second sol, was my first day of being in an underground organization and the first day of my new life. And honestly, I really hope I don't mess it up.
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Birch's Path
Fantasythis is the shorter second part to my previous story sort of just carrying on with the main character and some new ones!
