I walk into the kitchen after waking up. My brother, John is there (age 7) making food for the family. Of course we don’t live in the dark side for it is forbidden in our community to go there even on business terms. If you go in, you never come back. A few years back there was a girl who went to the edge of the dark and light and stepped into the dark. She was never heard from again. She was my age. I am 13. I go out into the garden to finish planting my melons. I go to the tool shed and open the door to come face to face with my little sister(age 9).
“Ahh!” I scream. “Melody! What the hell are you doing in there?!”
“I’m sorry Trinity! This is where I hide from the Manters!” Melody says.
Manters. The dreaded monsters that roam our streets. They are basically people that stepped over from the dark to the light. They creep out at night and they try to bring little girls to the dark side. But they stop trying to get you when you're 13 so I am good now. But they don’t come out in daylight so I know she’s hiding something. But I play along.
“Oh I am SO sorry Melody. I’ll just leave you in here so you don’t get caught,” I say with fake sympathy.
“Really?” Melody asks, her eyes widening.
“Of course not now let me by,” I say and shove her out of the way. There sitting in front of me is five kittens in a bed made of leftover mattress filling.
“Oh Melody…” I say because she loves animals a lot and Mom won’t let her get one.
“Go ahead. Tell Mom already,” Melody says with a sigh.
“No, I’ll let you keep them and I don’t need to know where you got them but I know a small hollow in the woods in the backyard. It’s in the first tree. You can’t miss it,” I say with real sympathy this time.
“Really? Thank you so much Trinity!” she screams and gives me a huge hug. She runs down the path in our yard to the small woods in our back yard. I grab a shovel and a pack of melon seeds and head to the garden behind the shed. It has basil and a bunch of other herbs but no fruit. I am determined to grow fruit. I start to dig a small hole but I see a small gleam at the bottom, but it’s weird because nothing's there. I dig deeper, ruining my small hole until it’s at least 3 ft deep. I finally hit something. I fish out a metal ring from the soil. I rush inside and turn the sink on so I can wash it off. When I finish, it looks old like from before the Single War (Civil War). Then I realize it has black and white on it. I stick it in the air trying to catch the gleam again when my mom walks in.
“Honey, what do you have there?” my mom asks.
“Nothing!” I say and shove it into my pocket. “Nothing at all.”