When The Golden Sky Fell

Chapter 1

My name is Penelope Wrenn. I live with my parents and brother, Samuel. We live in a place you won't have heard of, if you aren't just a myth. If you live in the old world that grandmother has told me tales of. Its called Greene.  Not the colour. Our ground changed to brown and grey a long time ago. There is no grass, just mud and concrete.  No greenery. No nice or picturesque looking things at all. It is bland and basic, purely based on what we need to survive, and that only. We kids don't realise this, because it is all we have ever known. But our grandparents, those who survived the fall that is, were alive when the world was wonderful, which it was so they tell us.

When Grandma was young, she lived in the old world, where kids played happily in gardens, and jobs of all kinds were available, and the sun shone brightly over a happy, alive world. Then one day, as grandma says, her and her brother (my great uncle Michael), were laying on the hill watching the sunset. Then the pinky gold coloured sky went grey and lightning appeared, then the sky collapsed on the whole of earth, all the rain in the clouds plummeted down and flooded the planet, and the casualties and death toll were extreme. The people who died included great uncle Michael, grandmas dad, and many of her other friends and family. Then it continues...