"All who rebel must be punished."
A golden light blinded my eyes as our car reached a crossroad. Nitel's hand was on my neck, so he didn't notice the traffic, and a large truck crushed us in the midst of the light.
I saw Raymond shouting from the driver's seat.
"Drive without following the rules, and loved ones shed tears."
...
A gust of wind blew, and a maple leaf fell on the windowsill. The leaf was deeply colored, and I held it in my hand.
I am Duran Irons, ten years old this year.
My father, Jack Elon, died in an archaeological accident, and my mother Rose will leave home tonight. Tonight, I only have Charles for company, a small dog.
I am actually an adopted child.
