For as long as I can remember, I have lived on the farm, the complex which nurters young orphens and runaway's dreams, gives them hope, love, and kindness, and then tears it all away. As it was explained to me by an old man who used to live in the cell next door, they build up your confidence, your soul. For years, they give you a false sense of hope that you can escape this evil compound, when your hope is at its peak, they crush it, either through actions or words, then, when you are wallowing in despair, they suck away your soul with a powerful artifact. They use it as a battery for other artifacts, selling them for millions to the highest bidder. To politicians to be more charismatic, to athletes to be stronger and faster, or even scientists to be smarter. Everybody wants something, but very few have the soul strength to handle the crushing weight of depression that comes with using powerful artifacts. The batteries help with that.

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That's what I am. Nothing more than a battery to these people. I am their prized star. I have been here for a decade and yet my hope is still building. Still growing. From what I have overheard, they are excited for the day I break, because the battery I create could be worth billions. I guess I'm just an idiot then. Somebody who wont give up, won't give in. But I have a reason for that. And that's because I have a plan for getting out of this dump.

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Authors corner

Hey guys! Fairsky here. This is my first post to RR and I hope that I'll be continuing to make more!

I hope you had as much fun reading the story as much as I had writing it.