The Awakening

Days turn into weeks, weeks turn into months. and months turn into years.

It seemed like it had been forever since she was allowed to go outside. Since she tasted fresh air. Since she touched soft grass.

When am I allowed to go out? When will I be rewarded with my freedom?

Serenity Black, a war prisoner, was captured when she was just seven years old. Even so, her memories were nothing if not vivid. She remembered how her mother used to laugh, how her brother loved his cards, and how the air tasted, and how soft the grass was.

Now seventeen, Serenity begins to lose hope. Until one day, a mysterious stranger who seems mute is locked in a cell with her. "Who is he? How did he get captured?" The answers to those questions are as much of a mystery as he is.

What awaits Serenity in the future? And how is it connected with the boy who never speaks?

Excerpt

His eyes.. They were so dark, and so sad. How many tragedies has he witnessed? I wonder how he got here and why they took him in. They haven't captured anyone for so long. I was beginning to think that perhaps this boy meant so much more to them than I could ever fathom. Slowly, I bring my hand up to softly move his long hair out of his eyes. His breath hitched and my heart raced.

No, i thought. this boy means so much more to me than he does to them.

For the longest time, I never imagined I would have the courage to try and escape, but something clicked in my head at this moment and I realized, finally, that I needed to be free again.

I took a deep breath.

"We're getting out of here. Come on."