Prompt:
First-person-plural narration. The reader should be unable to discern
which of the two is telling the story. Do not use the first-person
pronoun I.
We are trying to escape from this hellhole and nothing will stop us. Jilbar got magnet gloves this time while Rothik—again, learning from our past attempts—stole transparency armor from the guards seldom-used outpost. Using the magnetic gloves, Jilbar pried open a seamless door, our past obstacle now turned obsolete. About when the door was open enough, it let out a squeak, causing us to freeze.
We waited, seeing if any guards were alerted to our position. Rothik breathed a sigh of relief: there had been a high chance that that small mishap could’ve ended this entire attempt. Jilbar, magnetic gloves now turned off, crouched through the door, Rothik waiting behind. The way to the seamless door was a hallway, doubled sided with clear material, that showed the city below. Mega-structures dotted the horizon: pyramids, towering buildings, obelisks, all made out of materials unknown to all but those who made them, incorperated into city of unimaginable size and beauty. Rothik stared at this view, unable to feel anything besides disgust.
Jilbar came back, gesturing that the way was clear. We walked through the door, another step closer to our escape from this retched city.