Of hunger and thievery
This world has been forsaken by the old gods. All that is left, all that remains is what the saplings of their inheritance let live. Tyrannous want to be deities, faceless idols having power over those who wish to live in this crumbling world of theirs.
A lone youngster ran through the port of a shadow filled harbour, hungry thieves and fishermen staring at him as he jumped over a crate.
“Come back you filth!” A raging voice called out to the faceless figure, but the canvas that hid his head only showed the deep green eyes, teary from the dry and salty wind that hurt like glass shards.
As he made his way through the market in the feet of the port, the raggedy guards tried to catch him, but the long hours spent on the city’s walls sipped away their strength. The darkening sky painted everything into light red, sounds from behind the walls and down the sea made their chase fearsome in more than one way. In his thoughts all h