Maya

　　The smell of food fills my nostrils, and I immediately crack my eyes open to get some of my usual rotten fruit and pellets on a Friday morning. If you are hungry enough, everything tastes like heaven, including rotten, magical apples.

　　"Breakfast!" A guard announces and pushes a tray with food below the bars for me to take.

　　I greedily snap up the food but freeze when I spot the guard preparing an even larger tray with more luxurious food. It ...