The Drogen's Law

Time to March (Jimmy)

The forest had many sounds, the leaves, the animals, the insects. Jimmy, however, cared little about them. The world around him was still deafeningly silent to him. Even after all these weeks, the world that was not filled with echoes constantly ringing—was still alien to him.

Jimmy watched Chris sitting next to the cart filled with the carcasses of the beasts. They could sell the carcass of each beast for a few gold coins, which was apparently not much. Coins were the smallest of the denominations. Ordinary and primary gold, silver, or even copper had little value. Yet the same metals invested with enough of Drogen to advance beyond the primary were too valuable to be used as currency.

It had already been two hours since Edwin left them. It was already late. The sun had almost disappeared. They did not open the Tribe gate during the night. And he had no intention of sleeping outside if he could help it. His stupid brother always found himself in trouble—he did not need to.

Jimmy was s