Another World (My latest book)

A land of darkness, despair, agony, and pain. The world I lived in only touched the surface of evil, the place I moved to, however, dove in head first, lavished in the harsh realities of the world, laughed at the pain that it created, smiled at hardship, and greeted sorrow with open arms. This place was called The Core. I moved from a city called Mitte. I've wondered about these names, contemplated their meaning, the reasons why the founders of these lands didn't just name them after themselves, like in the old world. The continents: The Americas, for instance. It was named after an explorer. Why couldn't we be simplistic and name it Iceland cause it's green, or Greenland cause there is icy. Seems reasonable enough for me. However, this is not the case. The lands were named, in my opinion, not based on origin, who discovered it, what it looked like, but by what lived there. The creatures that were in Mitte thrived, there was surplus to be found everywhere, a world so easy, care free, helpful. It was full of sunshine, radience, and love. Now, I lived in a place where the creatures that stalked the streets were vicious, full of fury and blood thirst that I dared not go out of my house half hour before moon rise and until moon fall. It was a scary city, full of greed, distruction, disaray and demise.
So why am I here? I'm a civilized creature of Mitte. I've never done anyone wrong, I've never created a problem in Mitte. So why send me to The Core? It is because I have a power, a gift from the Sun.
It was given to me on the dawn of my 13th birthday, a creature of elegence decended from the heavens to give me a necklace. One of pride, beauty, and faith. Yes, faith. I had to believe in my gift in order for it to work.
She had come from the skies, her hair a dark but angelic brown, the curls framed her pale, silk skin. The blue of her eyes glowed with an intensity that was simply breath taking. Her dress flowed on the beams of the sun, the white folds of satin danced around her body. She was the ideal picture of beauty. Her name was Sierra, the Goddess of Light.