They arrived with several mercenaries that must have cost them a small fortune considering the distance and the danger. Which brings me back to my new little head case.
I suppose you took the good with the bad, I didn’t give a shit what was happening in the world, I had enough to deal with protecting my own life and Killian’s. But on the other hand, isolated us from almost any news coming from bigger towns like Anvil, or any merchandise the merchants brought from Skyfall. It was secluded and hidden behind a few miles of harsh jagged rocky terrain, which acted as the best defence against the creatures and ravers that scoured the greywastes. Normal enough people, willing to work and patrol for a place to live and a place to raise their kid.Īras, our small town or ‘block’ as we called it, it wasn’t well known but those who did know about it knew it was one of the safest places to be before the blacksands. His mother and father were not native greywasters, only arriving in Aras a little over a year ago. His name was Killian, the boy I couldn’t help but guard, I knew he probably didn’t like having the extra trigger following him around, but I didn’t trust him to know how to defend himself properly yet. It got hot here during this time of year, and the canyons were dry. Not anything too obvious, just making sure he didn’t leave the community without me close by, and making sure he always had enough water and food. I suppose it wouldn’t be a stretch to say I look out for him more than the other ones in my block. I would say I would never let harm come to him, but in this world, harm comes to us all.
“And the most terrifying question of all may be just how much horror the human mind can stand and still maintain a wakeful, staring, unrelenting sanity.” Stephen King – Pet Semetary.
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