The Lost Sector
His parents' murderer, now his foster father. The ruler of Ellesmere, Earynn, who wanted to teach him how to fight to death and how to manipulate. No matter how hard he swung his sword at him, it just made him laugh. He liked his anger. Fire, he called it.
Mab liked it when he was angry, too. Angry was better than scared. Better than remembering where he came from to be among these monsters. No one was offering him the option of training wheels anymore.
It all happened when he was seven.
On a drowsy Sunday afternoon, a man in a long dark coat hesitated in front of a house on a tree-lined street. It wasn't all pretty. Everything was drying up. At first it was slow but now he couldn't say the same anymore. Sector six is also now known as the lost sector.
The man walked to the door and lifted his fist to knock.