A Child Within A Glass Kingdom

The City of the Stars, it was called. A bursting collection of silver and shine echoed into the sky, blocking out the once golden sun. It then reflected that light, giving a shimmer of lies to the population below. Though, they truly didn’t notice, too lost among their falsified safety to understand the true loss they were facing. A loss of freedom and free will. A loss of connection and understanding. Secretly, quietly, they were losing themselves.

It was within this city of lies, that a young girl was making her was swiftly and in quite a hurry to be honest. She stepped between buildings with such grace that one would assumes she was a small mouse, maybe a bird, but surely she must be an animal of such grace and stealth as to move like she did.

Though, she may be unknown at that moment, her name would one day be so well known she might as well have been a god.

God?

Oh! You scared me!

What are you doing?

I am trying to tell the reader’s about our founder, the reason we are here.

I see. Well, I will leave you too that then.

Oh! Actually, do you want to tell the beginning? You tend to be a little more…poetic than me.

You do a fine job and your descriptions are truly very good, but I will continue if you wish it so.

This young girl, known then as Mariya, was only just thirteen. She was forced onto the streets, when the council issued a kill on site order for her parents. In a desperate attempt to save her daughter, Mariya’s mother had packed was little she knew her daughter could carry, and sent her into the tunnels. Secret underground pathways winding underneath the city. They were forgotten by most as time went on, but a few families still knew of them.

The last her mother would ever say to her were just three sentences.

“Do not be seen.”

“Do not trust anyone.”

“Do not come back, you will not find us.”

With that, she watched as her mother walked away. She never did see her again.

This was the beginning of Mariya’s journey. The point in which her soul entered a time of darkness, in which all it tried to do was survive. Through, grit, determination, and the helping hand of a few other’s she did learn how to survive it, but it is not where she likes to begin her story.

No, she likes to begin her story on the day of her 17th birthday. Why? Because that was the day she started to grasp at hope again. The day she stood on shaking legs and said enough.