Prologue

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You can remember the pure white snow of the surface's winter. The snow felt cold to the touch when you had lay in it. Despite the winter wonderland, it wasn't a threat to you, your parents' health, or the camping trip. At least, that's what they had called it. However, through your time there they had made a strange image in the snow that consisted of a circle with nature's twigs on the edges of the symbol, as well as a strange glowing item that looked like that of a compass star. If you were to get near it, they'd shoo you away from it. You didn't understand why, but like the mere child you were, you brushed it off. If only you knew what it meant, then you'd still be on the surface world, safe from the humans that called themselves your parents. They would have been put into a facility where they would not get you. You would've lived a more normal life. However, that wasn't the case. You can remember the words:

"Go to the mouth of the mountain, then, I'll give you something special."

You, like a child, did as told. You could remember waiting there, with your bag, where you would keep the rare prize until you'd return home. You got curious about the hole not too far from you. Maybe a look wouldn't hurt? You should've gone back. You knew your parents weren't the good kind of strange, yet you trusted them. You can remember looking for a second with your back turn, then getting pushed only to trip and fall into the mountain's mouth. Down, down, down you went only to go black halfway. You did not scream; you did not shout. You only held your breath for a moment, as if you were diving into water, despite it not being the case. You believed it was it, it would be all over. What a shame for them, however, your time was not up.

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