The sunrise pierced our half-lidded gaze, stirring us awake. It was the same as the start of any other day, a grievous existence predicated on the lives we left behind. It was not by choice, but rather by the cruel strength of dark hands yanking us like tadpoles from the muck, forcing us to endure a new meaning to the idea of ‘relocation’. A kinship was
"You must act like
"You're taking more than half of it for yourself."
"I'm bigger, stronger, and smarter.", he snorted, turning his attention away from the
The rain poured down terribly, the storm conjured up the mightiest of thunder shaking the very trees with each roar, the lightning provided those who dare the storm with a moment of light before the darkness instantly engulfed them back into the shadows. The Reach was not a place for the faint of heart, nor was it a place one would be caught in if they were smart. The Reachmen held little mercy for those they considered enemies, at least the Frostbite Spiders were only evil due to