Stories are often exaggerated or messed with as they are passed down from generation to generation of human beings. They get twisted so the teller's side was superior to the other's side, even when the story was actually equal. You never will know the real, true story because others are constantly making them their own. Disappointing, isn't it? And those disappoitments were what I had to believe.

So when I heard the tale of the war between Humans and Monsters, I was curious, but I had a hard time believing that it had actually happened because of the problem concerning storytelling. The Monsters were probably all killed instead of trapped Underground, and they changed it because they didn't want to seem violent and gruesome to children. I understood that.

So I just assumed that there were no Monsters and that the Underground was fake.

There. Happy Ending.

But I couldn't let it end there.

I was really curious; I wanted to prove my opnions right or wrong. Were there Monsters? Were they dead? Was the Underground real? So I trudged up the forbidden mountian path to see for myself.

I should probably tell you some things about myself so you have a basic understanding of who I was.

My name is Ray Kathrine Rose, and I'm a 18 year old that lives on the surface with my two parents and brother. I have messy, shoulder length brown hair, light chocolate brown eyes, and pale skin. My normal attire is a yellow sweater with a giant green stripe in the middle, some jean shorts, and brown combat boots.

To others, I am seen as bright, cheerful, and optimistic, but those traits and many others, are nothing but a mask. I can't feel anything. I can't experience emotions, so I have to fake it. Emotions fill a lot of space in your heart and head, but I feel empty, and whatever I do, I can't get filled again. I saw the cup half-empty, and it bothered me. I wanted to see it half-full. I wanted to feel for something, someone, anything!

And then I fell into the Underground.

And my wishes were answered.