Foundling
Hunter moved quickly and surely, avoiding some, giving signs of himself to divert others from his true objective, and when he had been trapped, every arrow that had landed he had felt their pain as a palpable blow, but he would not allow that empathy to overwhelm him.
He wanted to scream his frustration, cut the ache from his heart. He had come to honor the discipline and teachings of the School, the values it espoused, its objectives and goals for the New Land. Now, all that was now lost to him. He was pariah, murderer, his life forfeit, and, worst of all, he had lost his friends. His plan was simple: make it to the valley. Once he got there, he could elude his pursuers. His only concern wa
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