What is the one thing that all being dream of obtaining is it power, riches, wealth, fame, glory, or is it something else entirely.
Through this tale we will see what people are willing to do to obtain these dreams of their and what they're willing to sacrifice.
This tale of our shall start in a land called Raftneir land where the days are long and the night are a harsh cold wasteland. There is a city called Mindrake known for its many traders that pass through to take a break on their travels in this hellish land.
It is here where we can see a boy Covered in rags to hide appearance. Running through the street to escape a merchant chasing him shouting "STOP that scoundrel he stole from me!".
The boy ducked and weaved through the crowd making it look as easy as walking. With this he soon left his pursuer in the dust and snuck off to the back allies.
Looking around to make sure no one has followed him the boy took off his rags and looked in the puddle on the ground to see his long unruly hair and a set of dark blue and green eyes staring back at him.
Grabbing the goods of bread and ham he just stole from the merchant he covered them up in the rags and made his descent into the slums making sure to be as sneaky as he could to not get caught with having food.
After passing the many remains of what use to be beautiful flourishing houses he found the stairwell that went to a secret underground tunnel system that was onced used by the police to travel through the city quickly and efficiently. That was before the great catastrophe.
Traveling down the staircase he could see the magical blue glow of the coral moss that has grown out of hand from the un proper care of the tunnel system. Once he reached that end of the rusted stairs he saw his companions in the slums.
"Hey, Maverick, Scar, and Vanesa. Get over here I got us food!" the boy yells to the rubble of broken crates and rags that remained after this place was pillaged and out of some of the makeshift huts you could see 3 other children ranging 8-15 years of age.
Firstly their was Vanesa an 8 year old girl with fiery red hair and eyes that were as black as the night she looked to be barely able to walk from her lack of nutrition, then theres Maverick who is the oldest of 15 with blond hair and purple eyes of the Cahari clan who were treated as nothing more than slaves. Finally there was Scar who is 13 and has a horrible scar across the side of her face that could clearly be seen to have been caused by fire.
"Good morning brother, glad that you're back safely. Are you hurt anywhere?" Said Vanesa.
"Damian I thought i told you to not go out alone." said Maverick in an angry tone.
"Calm Down I always work better when I work alone and besides I brought these goods." Damian says and takes out his food. To the shocked and happy faces of the others. Ripping off a piece of bread he hands it to Scar who quickly accepts it without saying a word.
"Let me grab my knife to cut up the meat," Maverick said.
"Brother how was it outside? Was there any news on the quacks happening?" Vanesa asked
"No, there still isn't any explanation about the quakes happening, just some superstition about the dungeon beneath the city but that's just rumors. Now let's eat." Damian said then they feasted on the food as if they were timed to see how fast they could scarf it down.
"Alright guys let's go get ready for the regular method to get ourselves some food and cash. Not doing it solo this time" Maverick said, staring at Damian. Then the ground shook and cracks started spreading across the floor.