Every day is a toil. This is what it means to be ordinary. My sister has received blessings from the goddess of beauty. Some go so far as to say that if beauty was a wine, she'd be one of the sweetest. I'm glad that she gets favoured, but she will either get taken away or work with mom, and mom barely gets to leave her room. It's scary to go near their rooms too, sometime you hear screams and moans other times it's dead silent, some of the soldiers call it a reason to work but I know they aren't here to just keep the peace but keep us in these walls.
The toil of the ordinary is very different from those who are special like mom, sometimes she screams and sometimes she can't screams anymore, I am always able to screams even when I can't move, the toils of the special seem extreme. Each week, I meet a kind lady who looks at all the broken bones, muscles, bruises, and cuts we obtain from labouring. The care for the ordinary is very different from those who are special. My sister goes to the lady every day and doesn't work. She normally sits around if she does work they punish me.
A day like today is special, My sister and I have been permitted to visit mom. This is normally very rare, but apparently, my sister needs to start watching mothers work.
Begore I walk to my mother's room i soak in the sites of the enclosure. My bedroom, a simple 2m³ box, made out of concrete with hay sprawled along the floor to sleep. next my sisters room, if anyone besides her caught me in here I would be whipped until my skin is split, such an ordinary person doesn't deserve to see such luxury but my sister is sweet like a pink strawberry, she let me try one she had gotten since it matched her hair, I normally eat lettuce, beans and fish since it's a common food, I can't help but remember those close moments with her when I see her room. Her walls are painted purple pink, floors made of sheep's wool, and a wooden bed with bear fur. I close the door and walk outside, this city which mom calls a collesuem for the enslaved is always the same sandy colour, our food stand there, the guards sprawled around the perimeter, the labourers work station ways away and opposite that our homes, to the north is the doctors office and surrounding that are mother and her colleagues homes/work areas.
I start to walk north, and not before long, I see a young, fair, skinned, thin, short girl with strawberry pink hair, overly excitedly waving to me.
"HEY ERYX!" Rhea shouts while running to me.
Ever the loud, ever the energetic Rhea...
I wave back without a word.
We start walking and talking on our way to our mom about our days, the weather, and generally everything she wants to speak about, until a loud bang hits the wall. Everybody stares, then another bang, repeatedly the wall shakes, letting dust off as it lets out loud vibrations. Everybody is watching with anticipation, but as soon as the first crack appears, the soldiers run and try to heard the special people back to their rooms and the ordinary to the wall. Cheering, yelling, fighting as if chaos was unleashed from it's box then the last bang is heard, and the wall crumbled to the ground. Everything was silent, and some were hopeful. This silence was eventually broken by a powerful laugh that shook the ground harder then the fallen wall, when the dust settles what i see leaves me astonished, I see the bluest sky surrounding us (a below sky?) with trees shapped like bowls riding the below sky at the tip, a person.