It's been five years since I've been locked up, and even longer I've been mistreated. I miss the taste of chocolate when it was a commodity.
Imprisoning an eleven year old doesn't seem human. Starving anybody for the crime of living is cruel. My only crime is being born.
Son of a murderer.
From the elders I heard that Earth used to be a utopia. You would not be liable to the actions of your father. Their words are a comforting fantasy to us all.
I used to be able to look down on Earth, oh what a beauty it used to be. Now a dark mess with no green. But there is still a shining light, on the west coast of America. It's the only light on the dark planet.
On this vessel it's anything but light, this space station is not home. A home would be safe and comforting.
The DSE, Diamond Space Empire. One of the remaining safe places for humans. Resources are limited but it's hard living in space. Earth is no longer our home.
Eighty-three years since Earth became the way it is now. A darkness wrapped its arms around it and never let go.
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Enough of my fever ramblings, I need to get help. Slowly I raise myself and call for the guard.
"Please sir, I'm getting awfully worse".
He looked and then ignored me. It was worth a try, it seems I'm going to die. Just as I was about to lay down to enter my eternal slumber "Kid wait let me see that".
He came to me and inspected my eyes. With such fear and worry in his eyes. I must've been crazy to think he was worrying about me.
"GET THE WARDEN, WE HAVE A DREAMER HERE".
He opened the cell for the first time in a while. My cell mates were shocked beyond belief. He carried my frail and and starving body, cuts and bruises all over me. With all the slave labor I've been doing my hair turned pure white. My eyes have always been brown.
Laying me onto a bed he strapped me down and made sure of no movement from me. Then a rather tall man appeared, the ruler of the prison and its inhabitants.
Checking from a clipboard he says, "Very rare we have a prisoner having a dream. Here's the rundown prisoner, you are about to fall asleep and experience a dream. A dream is a challenge you will face that will test you. Upon succession you will live and gain much more".
There were many questions running through my mind. What is sleep and a dream?. But I had too much fear to ask.
My eyes were getting weaker, I could not hold it open. I blinked and blinked until I could no more. Is this eternal slumber?.
As I awoke to snowy field beside me I heard a voice. It crept up to my ear and whispered but it felt like it was in my mind. Have I gone crazy to begin to hear voices. Its soothing voice repeated itself, Welcome Nova.