Disclaimer: all of these lovely and amazing characters belong to the brilliant yet diabolical Cassandra Clare



17. It took me seventeen years to discover that my life had been meaningless. Those years were composed of me doing anything and everything I was told, never once questioning what they were doing. I lived this lie along with everyone else around me.

We had been told that routine was everything and that we must follow the orders instructed if our society were to thrive. We believed this lie. I believed this lie. They told us of a world that existed before our own. A world that perished because of humanly desires. They told us that the world had been run by a faulty government that allowed its people too much freedom, which in turn ultimately destroyed it.

Based on what brought the downfall of that world, our society created a system that they thought would bring peace and unity. In school they have explained to us what exactly wrought on their destruction. They told us that unnecessary creature comforts were the cause, such as: art, music, books, etc.

They emplaced rules that forbid us from doing any of those things. No one really even knows what those things look like or sound like. The only things we know about those objects is what we have been told in school. It doesn't matter though, because even if we wanted to give in to those creature comforts, we couldn't. Every last one of those objects has been destroyed.

Authors Note:I apologise to any of who that are reading is that have read it before. Someone kindly told me that I had left out a chapter an me and my brilliant mind of mine (note the sacrasam) decided to just delete the story and repost it. So now you have it, anyway I didn't change anything and if I did it was a small change please forgive me for any mix ups. Thank you for reading! Oh and for those of you who are new with this story it isn't this vague. This was just for a feel of the story I guess. Sorry if there was any confusion!