Into the Vast
All of my fourteen years, we have lived in the dark because of the Dragons. The stone walls of our cave hide us from them, and also hide the light from us. I open my eyes, I close my eyes: darkness.
High above, the rounded roof of our cave is mostly solid rock, but a few pieces have cracked and fallen away. When the sky is clear, sun and moonlight shine down. I stand in their beams and look at myself anew. I am brighter. I have a sheen.
Clouds drift. They cover the gleaming, and I am dull again. I can’t tell where I end and darkness begins. For the rest, visit YA Review Network.