Darkness

Darkness.
That was all there was.
Since hiding was the only way to survive, there would be no sunlight.
No hope.
No joy.
There had been a time when ideas of great thinkers had been very important and listened to. Now, only the ones with better hiding places were listened to. I asked my mother many times how this had happened. She never answered. Only looked at me with eyes filled with eternal sadness until I broke the gaze.
Somewhere in my earliest memories I could see a white building edged in light blue with glass sections. It seemed safe and comfortable, somehow. There was also once a man who I have imagined to be my father. Tall, and strong, but I could never remember a face, only a deep rumbling laugh echoed by my mother's laugh of tinkling bells. She never laughs now. No one does. Even to make a sound above a whisper is dangerous.
In one of the deepest of the caves lived an old man who seemed to know everything. He was the only one who would tell me and the other children of the time before hiding. He called the time of hiding 'the second age of terror.' Our parents did not want us to know, but they still did not stop us from talking to him. The old man answered to many names, but we were told to call him, 'Grandpa Black.'



Thanks for reading this! This is my first attempt at fan fiction writing!! Hope you like it!