Description
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.
Late for the fruit.
