EPILOGUE
When Artemis’ boots crunched on the wiry fibres of the White Plains, he knew he had left the grass behind for good. He was tired, hungry and – more than anything else – furious. After heading back to his father’s farmhouse, he had picked up what supplies he could carry, packed them into a bag, and left the village.
Climbing to the top of Ortus had been a challenge but his anger drove him on, reminding him of his one goal: vengeance. He never even considered turning back. The moment his father died, he knew there was no place left for him at the village. He told nobody of his departure. By the time anybody would notice he was missing, he’d be long gone.
His mission was simple: find land far away from Ortus and start again, build a settlement, train night and day, plot his reveng
