Interlude 2: Lion Rising

This story the story you are about to read took place a long time ago, so far ago that many have completely forgotten it but for the two it will never be forgotten for it was etched into their existence by their forebears. For some this story is one of hope, to others it is a sign of tragedy but for the two it was simply just-

2nd Cycle of history, the 112th year of athbhreith beithíoch calendar.

Φ Pulled forward by horses, countless roofless carriages thread down a singular path. The carriages are rickety, old and have sharp pieces of wood sticking out of them. They are all something that even a man with nothing would still not use.

In those carriages are countless people shoved together to fit between the four sort and brittle walls of the carriage, and every single one of them has their hands and feet bound with rope except one.

Sitting in the 5th carriage is a boy whose hands and feet are bound with chains, whose displeasure increases with every second.

The men beside me strugglin