The fog that they had to walk through was dense. It was so dense, in fact, that Jeriko thought in any other situation, it would have been thick enough to touch. It wasn’t, however, the air around them completely breathable. It was then that Jeriko realized this darkness was just a form of the depressive emotions his twin had gone through during her young life. Never had he imagined, however, that Aurora’s turmoil had started so young.
When the dense black fog broke, Jeriko looked down at the young Aurora, her grip tightening around his. He barely had a moment to survey that they were now standing in front of a stone wall with a metal-rusted door. There were three bars at the head of the door for those who wanted to look in. It was a prison. Did they really lock her in there? The thought w
