A young boy, barely in his teen years, sat down, and his arms were trembling. He was hungry and tired and glanced at the long line of slaves that would be forced to work inside the mines.
The massive mines of the Dunchars Mountain were a riches source of metals to create high-grade weapons that could be used by Commanders! But such a potent place with mysterious powers and magic leaking out to the top of the mountain would oftentimes invite wild beasts and monsters.
He looked around and saw a massive carriage with a family.
It was one thing that he longed for. He never had a parent. He grew up in an orphanage, but soon, the orphanage was caught in a terrible battle and killed most of the people that closely resembled what a family was.
He moved from whatever work he could find but was eventually rounded up by a great mogul and sent all the hands, even those of young age, to work in the mine.
The carriage stopped, and the noble moved out.
