Damon crept up the flight of stairs, Sylvia and Evangeline silently following behind him. The upper floor was mostly a wide seating area—its design reminded him of the academy. Just like back there, it was divided into separate lounges and compartments.
The more enclosed the space the more lavish the design. Opulence at every turn even then even amid the former grandeur.
Disparities existed. This created an ugly feeling within Damon's heart as well as a twisted sense if resignation.
'It seems inequities existed even in ancient times…' he thought bitterly. 'No matter how often people talk about creating equality, it's an impossible concept. Even the heavens decree none shall be equal.'
Mountains weren't equal. Some trees grew taller, some greener. He wished inequality was a man-made creation, but it wasn't.
Even the sheep in his village made no effort to feed the weaker lambs… it was everywhere.
