This is my first Story, so please read!! If you don't know, this is Black after he had fallen through the archway and after spending a month at a labour camp. PLEASE REVIEW!!!!! The plot will come forward in later chapters, so ya. It is partly based on a Stephen King short story, and the Saga of Recluse. Thanks, and happy readings!!!

A soft breeze cooled his skin, sending shivers down his spine. He opened his eyes, and very quickly shut them. The light was almost blinding. From what he saw, the entire room was white, like he was in the clouds. It reminded him of the time he has spent with.whom? He couldn't remember. It seemed like it was a long time previous, and that he shouldn't remember. And yet he had been in clouds with someone, or something. And he was running away from someone.He sunk into the bed. Thinking had hurt; it was tiring him out easily now. He was not allowed to think; thinking led to plots, and plots led to punishment. And the punishments were always horrible. Heck, LIFE was horrible! It was the same thing over and over again! Break the white rocks to bits, watch out when they were making the cliff side explode, oh, and watch out for the falling rock for that matter, and place the white stones in the purification well, to be broken down into something.he didn't know what. He was not allowed to know what. He wasn't even allowed to know the process that they got the rocks, just that he was to break them into pieces.

And break them was what he did. And he grew strong and was soon making good time, time enough to have a five-minute rest at the end of shift, and the shifts were 36-hour periods. He had once taken a 10-minute break and had not exactly crushed all the rocks. He was punished bad then. If a one- week whipping wasn't bad, then this was horrible. He was shoved in a one- meter box and left to rot for a week. Well, the box was not big enough to stand up in and you only got a meal if you had spent the entire day crouching. He had lost weight then. If you lost too much weight, then the visitors would not buy you, and that was the only way out really.

But what he had seen had not been the barrox that they all slept in, it was dark and had no windows. Slowly this time he opened his eyes, letting them adjust to the brightness of the room, except it was not really a room at all. More or less a tent with beds. He looked around, and noticed that there were four other people in the room besides him. All were bandaged up tightly. They were elevated, so high that it looked like they were floating. He looked at himself, and noticed that he too was raised. White bandages were wrapped tightly around his arms and legs. He was in a white gowned, which, he supposed, would look nice with his deep black hair. Black, black, he new something about black, it was a name.his name? He couldn't remember. He had been taught for over 1 month that it was better not to remember your name. Remembering let to plots, and plots let to punishment.Everything led to that really.