Literature
Flames of Freedom
We rushed down the pathway wearily looking for the exit. As our bare feet softly padded on the ground, we rushed away from the shouts of the soldiers and kept wary of their location. The dungeon spread out like a maze as we took sharp lefts and rights, then quickly turned around when we reached a dead end. There were three of us, me, my big brother Aden ,and our inmate, Kairi. We used to be normal children, I am 12 now, Aden is 14 and Kairi is 13. Aden, Daria (my older sister) and, our parents and I were escaping our country during a time of war, but near the border we were attacked and brought to a prison. Mother and father passed away of ma