I am actually not aloud to tell about it. But my soul and heart is hurting, and I has to tell some one about it.

I was only 1 year old when my parents left me and my siblings. We had no money, and only a small amount of food. That forced us to become thiefs. But we always dreamed about something better. A real life. That was why we moved to Faerieland. I became a guard there. Only 8 years old, but I came in. I am now 13. My sister and my brother is prisoners in the jail I am guardening. Or, they was. They has escaped. Now I must search for them. This life is worse than the one I had before. I just wish that I could tell some one. I just wish my sister would sing to me again.