Gently, she maneuvered around 

The tents 

Before making it out

Into the dirt pathway 

Where others walked

Either with a purpose

Or not.

The city was just like 

Any other.

Buildings were 

Stacked on top of one another, 

Creating walls 

That surrounded 

The dirt pathways,

And makeshift staircases. 

And above them

Was the dull, grey sky

That frowned

At their very existence. 

She always wondered

What it felt like

To live in a golden city

With advanced

Technology

And a sky

That smiled brightly. 

Down the dirt path 

She roamed

Until she ran 

Into stalls 

Both outside

And inside

Buildings 

On both sides

Of the path. 

Outside of the buildings

Usually carried

Fruits, Vegetables, Meats

Eggs, and other 

Assortment

Of Artisan Goods. 

Inside the buildings

Were clothes, 

Shoes, and other

Materials

She would never own again. 

She browsed around

The makeshift shops

Under stripped canopies 

Until she found

A vendor

Selling red apples 

And requested a few. 

Happily the vendor

Put the apples in a brown bag

And she was off, 

Back to the tent. 

When she returned

To the alleyway,

She didnt expect

To find 

Elizabeth

Sitting with his legs 

Crossed

In front of the older man.

It was hard

Not to notice him.

He towered

Over their tent,

And over the older man.

He was

Dressed head to toe in black,

Had light colored hair

That went against his skin-tone

And raging, colorful eyes

That changed depending on 

The day.  

Today, they were blue

As Labradorite

And they burned

Directly into her soul

Just like the day

He found her,

Crawling 

On her hands and knees

From a monster.