The Crescent Heir
"Kindness, Anna, just kindness. Small, consistent, deliberate kindness. That's our true power, not our strength, not our politics, not our numbers. This , Anna — is our clean karma, the Ozeths way."
Anna felt a pool of tears form in her eyes. She had spent so long running from Alphas who only cared about strength and war. To see a place built entirely on the logic of kindness... it was too much.
A small boy, no older than six, suddenly screamed with joy. He ran across the grass and tackled Jebediah’s legs, hugging him tightly. Jebediah laughed, a sound so warm it could have melted the mountain snow.
"Hey there, tiger!"