Silence. Patience. Oxygen. Flowing. Control. Limitation. Freedom, achieved through manipulation of boundaries.   A dragon’s thunder-like roar vibrated inside Andrey’s head. The cracking of all self-control and explosion of fear awoke him from the deep state of meditating. he had fallen in  He jumped on his legs, trying to catch a breath, and then moved his head paranoingly left and right, discovering nothing else but the wind playing with his hair and cape. Nothing else in his presence.  “Argh,” he grunted, holding onto his furiously beating heart, “What was that… a scream? Cry out for help?”  Finally recovering his calm state of

The buildings were aligned in a circle around the small plaza. Andrey and Alex were cloaked and waiting, leaning against the two-story building at which the higher-up pieces of the military puzzle were staying the night.  Taking the head of a general was the real goal. Claiming it for the media and displaying Prince Alextraz Strazjester to be much more than what people took him for.  But the fact that the building was swarming with higher ups was a detail the commoner they interrogated had failed to mention. Andrey and Alex had their heartbeats rising as the sound of thousands of desperate prisoners’ steps beating against the ground, finally liberated, were running out for vengeance and blood. Their frail and weak bodies, close to abolished by hunger, could now finally feast on whatever they laid their