My friend -Joepoonen is writing a story on this website.
In case any of you are confused on who we are so. Here is our story.
Water dripped from the roof, moss was growing on the walls and the only thing that was stopping me from freedom, was a locked door. Whats that noise? Screaming? In Velucia? That can't be, Velucia is a model city for any place. But that smell, smoke, there was a fire! But there was another sound, the sound of clashing metal and the twang of bows. The enemy had invaded. After fourteen years of worthless battles the enemy had finally made it into Velucia, ready to kill.
I heard a sound like thunder and I was pushed up