She spent long nights looking up, staring into the complete blackness of the northern sky. In this wasteland, you would think parts of the sky no longer held light of their own - as stars would die much like civilization in the world had. This wasn't exactly the case, though a good part of it. What was once a great city had fallen, people had panicked though remained in the ruins in hopes of bringing back it's prosperity - in in it's bleakest hours. But this was not the case and in time what had been a great empire became a great living ruin, then buried alive. Literally. It was buried alive, the people built over and left to rot - though that wasn't the case either. Casualties occurred, yes, but the strong survived and they thrived in secrecy for so long without anyone ever knowing. They were more than likely found out, by now, there were so many reports of 'attacks'. The empire was no longer just a roman ruin, she had grown up learning about the forbidden technology brought from the devil gods above their sweet paradise. She thought it was like that 'Atlantis' story. They lived in a bubble under a world and it felt like they were divided by a sea - a sea of cement and rocks. She had no lights to brighten up the cavern-like walls surrounding her palace because she had made sure her parents knew how much she hated it as a child. The guards knew better now that she had inherited the estate, with all the 'summer houses'. How they tried so hard to remain in the past with small rebel parties doing recon and bringing back information. She had fallen into that crowd after she had hit puberty - a ripe and early 14. Now though, she was older and wiser. Or so she thought.