Last night I was on a hill. It was a country, or rather perhaps more like the village of a large tribe. They lived along this hill, more like the ravine part of it, with a cliff off to the side. I was often standing at the top, along a boardwalk. There was a boy who had slept for a long time, and he was upset to find so much had changed from before, hundreds of a years ago. It had come under a sort of bondage to gangster mob leaders as well.
Most interesting of all though was that criminals (or people they didn't like) were eventually placed in an unknown place to the rest of the people. Turns out there was a parallel society underneath the hill, under the cliff. People were banished there. But over the years it was children of criminals, not criminals. And... they were getting sick of being down there. When I got sent down, they were about to start their rebellion. They had grown strong over the years.
One of the gangsters thought to make a close friend of mine join him by killing his sister, so that he would be free. Naturally it didn't work.
And I forgot most of all of it. :)
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