*In Dynodes*
It was a peaceful day like any other. Each of the brothers was off doing their separate daily activities. It seemed that things were returning to normal, as normal as an indefinite prison sentence could be.
The youngest was out on one of the canopies surrounding the compound occupying himself with writing some poetry. Arcus had found writing and reading poetry to be one of the only things that kept him in a positive mindset whilst being here. He was exceptional at it from a young age when he had taken to how the words made him feel. He had read and written by himself hundreds of poems since he left home but each time his soul felt renewed by the comforting words, it was his only link back to his previous life, back to his mother who loved to read him poems and had inspired him to be creative and romantic and share that with the world.
