We are greeted with hundreds of Abraxas soldiers clad in dark armour. The image of the Phoenix on our family crest is on full display, raised high up in the air. The soldiers have almost every civilian hybrid in the Stark province round up and on their knees, young and old, mothers and their children. All of them, cowering in fear as soldiers surround and point high grade lethal military weapons at them. Nobody says a word, it's so quiet that I can almost hear a pin drop. But that heavy cloud of tension still lingers in the air.
"Ah so nice of you to join us." I hear my father's voice in the midst of the crowd.
My eyes scan for him but it doesn't take long to discover him. His rich deep voice, regal and sophisticated dark armour which radiates of power and authority sets him apart. Jet b
