soshi-love

Daylight (I think), Year.... 3? I really don't know.     As I sit on the muddy ground of my all-natural prison, my heart pounds in my chest as I anticipate what the Pals will do to me now. Lately they've been extremely aggressive, and usually that either means that they were exposed to sunlight or they've used their ultrasonic radar machine to locate another Kinnling, and the latter is not a very fortunate thing to happen. I prayed with all my heart that they had seen a ray of sunlight through the ceiling, just like always, but unfortunately, I am not so lucky. In their green, smelly arms is a girl about the age of sixteen, maybe my age. It