Fifty Shades of DEMA

Chapter 1

my name is brooklyn younders, but you can call me brooke. i was born here in trench. i never knew anything else. life in prosperity and security is the only thing i've ever known in my life. that all changed on july 11th, 2018. i remember the day vaguely. i was woken by my father, everyone surrounded the cliff side and watched as a man that they call "the boy" returned one more time. he was walking through a stream and as he slowly reached the end a figure in a red robe and riding a perfectly white horse. this was the first time i'd ever felt insecurity in my life. the others felt pain and fear, but i liked the feeling. something new, something bold. the boy attempted to run away, but was caught by the figure. i loved the feeling and i sensed the figure was going away so i did something many have told me to never do. i took off my tape. an action such as this was blasphemous to the community and it rocked them to their core. "take me with you!" i screamed. the banditos were shocked and horrified but they didn't move a muscle, in risk of being taken themselves. this figure rose above in its pearly layers and in a very deep voice said "welcome to DEMA". he touched me with his white fingers and i lost consciousness.