ELENA’S POV
Our secret, special spot was not in a place anyone could find.
It was an older cave, hidden beneath the mountain at the far west of the city. It was a place where the fog never cleared, and the sky never turned blue. You wouldn’t find it easily unless you knew where to look. The entrance of the cave was a narrow split in the face of the rock.
It was barely visible from a distance, as the entrance was engulfed with creepy-looking vines that bent into paths, spreading across the whole surface of the rock.
Tonight, my sister and I were right there.
I stepped into the entrance first, my boots crunching over soft broken rock pieces and powdered chalk. The chamber opened wide once you went past the narrow road that led deep into the cave. The ceiling was low, and the walls were
