Chapter 2 (cont)
Mirendin, “What the hell did I do? I just slaughtered my brother, and already ruined the life of my son. This is not good.

Lindan, “Da-da-daddy.”

Mirendin, “No son don’t speak save your energy where were going your going to need it.’

Of course none of the words Mirendin spoke that day translated into anything that Lindan could understand. As Mirendin picked him up Lindan would never be the same.

As Mirendin ran through the tribal grounds with Lindan in his arms covered in blood naturally he got stares. The people stood in awe wondering why their tribal master was covered in blood with his son in his arms running away. Everyone could conclude that only one thing could make the most powerful man in the tribe do that. Murder.