For the rest of his life, he had no parents, no older brother to look after him, and no younger sister to rely on.
At twelve years old, the tribe, unable to disobey the lord's orders, sent him to work as a laborer.
That night, as he was being sent off, he received more attention than ever before and ate more than he had in a long time.
He arrived without any connections or money, sent to the harshest quarry.
Every day, people were crushed by falling rocks or died from exhaustion.
Despite being young and having been there for less than half a month, he was already covered in scars from whips.
The guards were extremely harsh, treating the young laborers as slaves, beating and scolding them at the slightest provocation.
Braydon Neal stood on the surface of the river with his hands behind his back and entered it in an instant.
They had also come to the quarry.