[ WP ] Only the rich can afford to see the stars at night .

`` Are you sure about this?'' He said, rather hesitantly, but I could still hear the tapping of his feet behind me, racing to climb the stairs. He'd never done this before. He was curious, hopeful. 
 
 The last door was before me, a wooden, brittle thing. I set my shaking hand on the doorknob. My breathing was fast. I'm not scared, I told myself, it's the climb that's making me sweat. 
 
 `` I'm sure,'' I sighed and smiled, even though he could n't see me. We were n't supposed to be here. The surface is no place for underground slum kids like us. This door was only to be opened by merchants and princes and whoever was rich enough to live up there. But me and my brother survived the climb. We managed to sneak past all the guards, not once seen. We deserved a glimpse, at the least. 
 
 I opened the door. 
 I heard it first. A strange whistling. A continuous, loud splashing. A few drops landed on my face, on my lips. Salt. 
 The sea. 
 
 I heard a small gasp from behind me and felt a light tap on my back. `` Eryn! Eryn!'' His cheerful voice found my ears. `` Look up!'' He whispered. And I did. 
 
 I saw a black ceiling with white dots on it. Thousands of them. They sparkled and shined like candlelight reflecting on my brother's eyes. Their glow scared away the darkness of the night. 
 
 `` What is that?'' My brother asked. I grinned. 
 
 `` It's the sky. And those,'' I pointed, `` are the stars.'' 
 
 His laugh of amazement brought tears to my eyes. The stars looked down at us, possibly smiling. They were curious, hopeful.
