Ruins Of The Sun

"Brooklyn," Hale would say. "Let's go on another adventure!" We were four at the time, so like kids we'd call our very important journeys 'adventures'. Now as we are fourteen and mature we call them journeys because... Well... That's what they are. Everyday we attempt to escape the dark and musty tunnels of the underpass. Trying to find a way out; a way to be free, anonymous, and nonaligned. Constant failure. Still we continue to try every single day. We were close to escaping once. Stupid guards. Covered the exit as soon as resources were obtained. Still on we try. Neither of us can stand the darkness and conformity anymore. That is why we have to find a way out. Even if it's the last thing we do.

•Edited By Hermione_Weasley__ •