The Path is cold and dark. Made up of the bones of our ancestors. The war took away my family. Walking down The Path, I remember the horrible war. The Path is brown. You can still smell the smoke on The Path walking towards the new world. The Path leads to the new world, and away from the old world. Where the war was. No one knows what the new world holds. How could they? No one has ever come back to tell about it. The new world is supposed to be war free, but how can that be if the old world is the same as the new world. I walk down this path. Towards my future, my destiny. The sky is gray, you can’t hear a single thing. Even the crickets have stopped making music. The silence is haunting. The cries of my parents still ring in my head.
Around me I see the burned grass charred at the tips. There are red flags all around the ground. I see the eyes of my friends, glassy and gray. All of the people I know have been infected by the plague. I walk down this path. Away from my old life, hoping for change. Again I look down at The Path, and I see dirt, blood, and bones. All of this make up The Path. Like I said, other people have walked this path before too, though, none have come back. I will not come back either. Hoping for the new world to be better than the one I live in now.
Before I left my home, my mother told me to go. I told her I didn't want to leave her. That she should come with me. She said no, go on the path and not come back. She told me it wasn't safe in the old world anymore. She has been planning for this. She hands me a bag packed with clothes and weeks worth of supplies. My eyes water. I run away. I run on the narrow path.I run for a future. The Path is twenty miles long. It goes from Freetrue, where I live, to Wasumbugger where the new world is supposed to lie. In between them are little towns where I shall rest on my journey. But there are also bandits that wait on The Path for people, so they can rob them. That’s another reason why people don’t come back from The Path. They don’t make it back.
My mother and father still wait in Freetrue hoping someone will help them. I told them I would come back for them. I promised them. I wouldn't leave them for dead. I already lost my brother. My parents are sick with The Plague, and no one so far has made a recovery from it. My mother didn't want me to get sick. She told me to leave. I protested. She wanted me to leave, so I packed up my bag and I left.
While I was walking on The Path I came upon something. I knew what it was. It was just a big building. Everyone who knew about it said it was important. It was the structure.
