Chapter 4Dante
As a child, Dante had the habit of walking out of the shelter early in the morning and watching the sunrise. Today was a cool summer morning and the early dew dropped from the ivy around the building, refreshing the air and invigorating the little boy as he raced up a hill of garbage and construction debris. He often found interesting items here, but the hill itself was so large that the top offered an impressive view of the capital.
Once on the top, Dante sat down and gazed at the sun peeking from the valley of Judgment Mountain. Right next to it was Elden Palace, shimmering like an impossibly distant mirage. Everyone in the ghetto hated the palace, but Dante couldn’t.
His hand accidentally toppled over a small pile of rubble and touched something smooth. He picked up a
