by naps000
Kael doesn’t remember his tribe. Not the fire that destroyed them. Not the soldiers who came after. All he remembers are the slave pits of Carthas cold sand, crooked torches, and fights that end when one body stops moving. Then the scar on his back starts burning. Something ancient is waking inside him. Something the Solaran Empire tried to erase fifteen years ago when it wiped his people from every map and every record. The Dawn Tribe is supposed to be extinct. But the mark says otherwise. The empire burned his world. Now the ashes are starting to burn back.
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