182 Days of Blues

All stories - those long, Tolkien-like sagas which may take us into epic journeys through distant worlds, and short, delightful ones which may make us wish there was more to come - has to have a beginning, and this story is no different.

Our story begins from a small, cubical shaped room where no daylight has ever find its way. The floor, the ceiling and the four walls were made out of solid concrete, and there was no doubt that the whole structure was reinforced with iron rods cast inside the concrete when the whole damned (oh, it was so damned) facility was build...

(by the way, I have decided to post my story here too, it already is in deviantArt [my username there is Elylady] and you can find it from Ao3 too, my username is the same there as it is here. don't be afraid to message me, I would be thrilled to hear what you think about my "little" story!)