"It doesn't matter. Let's just hope for the best and go try. Today isn't exactly our lucky day, but maybe just one thing can work out for us." Dion nods and starts walking along the wall until we reach a small hole that is closed off by a gate. "Is that our way in?", I ask with a frown on my face. "Indeed. Before the big well on the main square was dug to provide the city with drinkable water the people of Tranmere used the water from the river and just diverted it into small, wooden channels inside the inner walls. It was fine for a long time but then a lot of people got sick from drinking it so the wall system was put out of order. This is a former maintenance entry that goes through to the other side. Most of them were sealed up but I guess this one was hidden well enough to be overlooked. I've been using it as an escape route for some time now since....nobody seems to remember it's here." I keep nodding along as he talks but that last sentence makes me pause. "What did you need an escape route for? You're rich, popular and part of the most important family in this town. Hasn't your life been, like.... perfect?" He snorts quietly but looks more thoughtful than amused. "Nobody's life is perfect, Khestri. It may seem like that often but most of the time it's just a facade people put on. At least you had someone that genuinely cared for you...not everyone is that privileged." "I don't get it. What do you mean by that?" Dion shakes his head and starts walking ahead through the small tunnel. "It's not important, just forget it."
The sun is slowly setting so the short tunnel is almost dark and both of us have to watch our steps but we get through without any problems, closing the gates behind us just in case.
Dion
Home sweet Home. Or so I would say if I actually liked being in this godforsaken manor. It never felt like a real home to me more like one of those flashy gilded cages my parents keep their exotic birds in. I always kinda related to them. The birds, not my parents. I have nothing in common with those people despite the blood running through our veins and the younger version of my father that stares back when I look in the mirror. I hate it. Hate that I'm nothing like them but also somehow unable to be different. Hate that I hate this life but can't break free. Hate that I'm not bold enough to even try, that this catastrophe of a massacre had to happen today for me to wake up. I now know what hell feels like and I know that whatever unknown future awaits me can't be that bad. I know that I can push through it if I just have someone by my side. I was a piece of shit to her and still Khestri is by my side and helping me get back home. And there it is in front of us. The prison I grew up in. I may not have the closest relationship with my parents but I can't just let them die so I'm going to get them out of the town and then tell them my opinion once we're safe. It's going to be hard but I think I'm finally ready.
I'm ready to let go of my past and look into the future.