This is a story about how it is best to leave some things in the past. And the past is the past and it can not be changed no matter how much that you want to change it. As they say if it isn't broke don't fix it. And some secrets should stay in the past. Because that is for the best.
The cage doors are released and I open my saphire coloured eyes, dashing out of the prison and into the forest, the first to reach the safety of the trees that were once green but now glowed blue like the moon, dodging them and making my way as quickly as I can to the sound of water. Seven days. Thats how long I had...
