Alone in the world

Chapter 1

Times go bye so fast. The night sky goes dark then light but I will never forget the day blood was shed in the crisp night. The war had ended and peace reined over our planet I call home, Cilsien. My dear dragon lights the burning crisp wood for the day I reflect. Life could be called normal for once in a lifetime. Most days I would get myself prepared for the daily fireworks to celebrate freedom but I couldn't get a grasp on what was happening, I didn't feel like I belonged in that moment, that second. I wanted to go back to where it all began, when I was once happy with no worries in the world. Before the war.

There was never a change of weather. It always seemed to be a spring day with no rain nor snow or even the radiant sun shining down. It was a calm day that never changed.

This place was where I would read books of the old world, where people would sit at coffee shops dreaming about a world like this, with creatures no person could think of and people would be always happy. The people run Cilsien and we are told that it is perfect, it is paradise but I believe it is none of those things but it is imperfect and a living hell. This place is my place it was the tree that was far from the city and out in the country, it was where I could read and ride Mirabel, my dragon for hours upon hours on end with nothing holding back from my happiness. The dragons trained here are only able to fly to a certain height or they will see what is above. No one know what is above and is unchangeable with the generations of the dragons that pass, once the first few generations were change it became their nature to live like that. I wish I could escape from this place and live my own life without rules and be in judge or just think I am, here you know how's in judge. Your reminded everyday through the speakers on the streets

" The People of this world are your leader, the people of this world are your leader"

That would be repeated over and over until it was engraved into your brain for the next decade.

I work as a dressmaker down the road from my house. I make good money. I also teach people how to ride and tame dragons to make extra money on the side. This is so will never run short and have to starve for the week. I want to be able to make it through another war without going poor with out any money. I also made clothes for the people who can't afford to dress like the richer people, it's like charity work and I do it for the greater good. I would never do it for a high reputation, I would never want a high reputation then people will know where I go everyday. Life has enough challenges and with upholding a reputation would be least of my worries.

On this day 3 of March the celebrations disappeared, there was no happiness in people's eyes when you walked past them. It was like it all went back to the days of pain, when there was never enough food or water to go around for the week, when people never got payed when the worked for the army but could just watch it happen, watch the lives that were lost over what was rightly ours. Cilsien, the home multiple generations where born into. Almost gone to the invaders trying to make it to the old world. The people of cilsien believe they won the war but really the invaders won, they got what they wanted to make everyone turn on each other for money, food and reputation. What the old world was like, were pain and suffering thrived and happiness failed to see the light of day again. Some days it felt like you were in your own universe with the people acting out there parts and the real people I knew were living the same experience.