The guardian 2

There was something in Aurora's gaze that spoke that she had seen this place before. She heard small whisperings and she was confident they didn't belong to the Armanas. It was a soft voice that cried continuously whispering pleas and words of beggars. Her eyes turned to the other two but it didn't seem like they heard it. She wondered why she was so different from everything else, why she saw what others didn't. She preferred the quietness of a normal life. Only the ones who got the difference could yearn of the unreachable.

It was in humanity's veins to crave the unreachable. For the poor to crave money, for the rich to crave the casualty of the poor and their tendency to live for the present… It was all different. It was in humanity's veins to crave the impossible.