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It was a dark and stormy night. The wind howled through the trees, and lightning crashed down, lighting up the sky in its path. A boy sat on top of a hill, bracing himself on a tree as the wind and rain hit him. This boy had no home, he was on his own.

The boy looked at the distance with a look of want on his face. His face seemed to say, no matter what he did, what he got, nothing would make up for what he did not have, what he had lost. In the distance, where the boy looked, was a scene quite unlike the place he was in.

The sun was shining bright, trees gently swayed in the distance, and children frolicked about, carefree and happy. The boy sighed, a puff of air, visible in the winter air. He had once been like those children before they came along. The world had become overpopulated, but there was a large, dark island, where they would toss the extras. They chose those who were worthy to live in the light, but threw those who were not into the darkness to fend off the evil for themselves and maybe, just maybe survive for more than one day. He still remembered that day, walking in the forest along with his friends when the government agents had come. They took a long look at him and his friends. A man and a gruff voice grunted, “Not him,” nodding to the boy. That was when he was dragged off, pulled away from his friends and banished to the dark side. None of his friends, none of his family were brought over. Just him. Alone. The people brought over were expected to build their own house, but with the scarce amount of resources, most of them lived in the wild. One day he knew he would return to the other side, but for now, he had to make the most out of his life.

The years passed, and the boy was now a man. Slowly, but surely people were being brought back to the light as people passed away, and today was his day.