8
FLASHBACK
A Slave, Once
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he sun was scorching him. A bead of sweat threatened to slip from Ewan’s brow into his eye, but he ignored it. His grip on the hilt of his sword was tenuous, and his sweaty palms didn’t help. He continuously traded hands. The glare of the sun off the waters of the Morningside Sea threatened to blind him if he stared too long.
Ewan used his shirt to wipe the sweat from his free hand. It had been three weeks since his father, Leon the Brave, had left with an assembly of men. His father was the leader of their small village, a cluster of shacks located on the northwest shore of the sea. Fishermen and their families made up most of the minuscule population, though Leon was a warrior. The village was paltry, and most cartographers didn’t bother to ad
