He understood it now—this path the Dreamer had laid before him. He shared a look with his sister. She understood it too. Perhaps she always had, having started down it at a younger age than he. Continue reading

Tonight, for the first time, he sought them out—delivering death before they had the chance to bring grief upon more of his people. It felt right; purposeful. Continue reading

The boy leapt from his rock and landed running. There was no greater insult among the Sædjin than to show that you would rather give your water to the sands than acknowledge another’s presence. Continue reading

There would come a time for tears, and for mourning, but that time was not now. Now was the time for violence. Now was the time for death. Continue reading