She wept into my shoulder. Her little hands clutching my shirt in a desperate attempt to hold on to something, anything.
My Sister had the dream, again, a vision of my supposed future if I kept on the track I was on now.
I knew we had to leave home. They were coming. Slowly closing in on our borders, stealing land and creating slaves of its people.
We had to get to the capitol. No one survived but my two sisters and brother. No one knew what they did. What they were currently doing to our people. We had to tell the King. To put a stop to this.
To stop them.
To stop the people who were doing this to our people.
To stop the most vile of creatures ever to walk this Earth, who we are disgraced to call our brothers in humanity.
The Uranknith.
