The City of Ember is a widely renowned book that I have come to know an love. There may or may not be some explicit parts of the story, but bear with me as I try this utterly new and foreign way of writing.

All rights and ownership belong to Jeanne DuPrau, yet some of the ideas are my own, and I shall not permit any copyrighting laws be broken and so forth...

But enjoy!

Prologue

"The lights can't go out forever, can they?" I asked Doon in a trembling voice.

He only shook his head and shrugged, then shook his head again.

"They can, and they will. The engineers cannot keep up with the Generator forever. Eventually we are going to run out of supplies and manpower. The only thing left is to leave."

His voice was laced with regret and anger, but underneath there was fear and worry. No matter how much Doon tried to be brave, I still knew he was scared. He had a right to be.

All of the sudden, the lights flickered, sparked, then shot out, sending the entire City of Ember into pitch black. Screams tore the fabric of dark, wails shouted out impending doom. The lights stayed dead.