This is kind of my first post here so please understand if I mess stuff up... Chapter 1 It’s been like this ever since we were born, Lyn and I. We live in Novus’s Third Level, see, and despite what people say about it being a good place to be born in, they. are. lying. Our “paradise” is nothing but a flooded wasteland filled with islands of roof tiles and mountains of broken skyscrapers. Me and my sister live on a relatively spacious island with an extended roof. It has an air pocket below, which we use to hide when bandits come along. “Sol…” she whispered to her brother. “Shh” he hushed her, and point with his eyes to the nearly submerged window. There was a blurred image of a green haired man in a dirt brown cloak in a raft. He leapt to our island, barely made a sound, and took a look around. Sol pushed her sister’s head down, she automatically held her breath and he did the same. On a good day (which was ironic since the sky was always gray there) they could hold their breaths for 3 full minutes. The man looked up and stared at the ground beneath him, he kneeled down and touched it with a gloved hand. Where his fingers touched, the ground disappeared. Sol saw a blurred image of the roof getting holey and immediately led his sister outside. They got out just as water filled the ex-airpocket. The man saw the two’s heads break the water and knelt in front of them. “That’s a strange way to take care of your sister.” he said to them. It was a heavily accented voice. “I do what I can,” Sol replied simply. Lyn sneezed next to him, which caused some water to splash into her nose, which caused her to sneeze…again. “Here,” the man lifted the two up with ease with one arm and put them down underneath the roof. Good thing to since it started to rain, again. “My name’s Zeroro, what’s yours?” “Sol Stradi, and my sister, Lyn Stradi.”
