The Remnants
A boy walks alone through a decaying sandstone city. He carries nothing but tattered rags for clothes, a note and a heart shaped locket. The wind howls through the buildings and kicks up sand into the boys face. He does not react, he had been walking for days, with nothing but his thoughts and memories to keep him occupied. His feet were calloused from the brutal landscapes they had to endure, but the boy kept pressing on. Through desert, and jungle, through rivers and lakes, the boy did not stop. The ruins of the old city brought some comfort to the boy, he knew that some time ago humans roamed this land. This feeling of safety and comfort was ripped away when he started thinking about what had happened to the him and his family in this city Before the boy let his feelings of insecurity degrade to outright fear, he had began thinking of his mission. What had been a few years of travel felt like a lifetime for the boy. He was not wrong in thinking that however, he had been traveling for more than he had been settled. The boy was maybe 17, he had lost track of time after travelling countless landscapes and environments, slaying countless beasts and fellow men alike.
