Darkness is the only way out DRAFT.

Pain. That's all that my people care about. It's our currency, our life. It makes the world go round. Without pain, we would be nothing.
My name is Wren. I can't tell you my last name cause I don't have one. I was abandoned by my parents when I was ten. They left me, here, stranded and alone, with only a small bottle of water and a chunk of stale bread. I can't blame them, not really. When you already have five children and hardly any food, what can you do? Kill them? No. You leave them. You leave them with just a chance of survival and you don't look back.
It was five days until the Hunters found me they took me in and fed me and gave me fresh clothes. I only realised who they were when they took me back to where they had come from. The tall stone towers, the steep rocky mountains, the roaring rapids. I still remember the first time I came through the gates. But that was nine years ago. Now, the only thing I want to do is to go out of those gates, run, and never look back.