Alpha Heir...

Nathan

I stepped out of the dungeon, the light from the sun momentarily blinding my eyes for the first time in four years forcing me to stumble backwards against the stone wall.

My eyes were already used to years of dim lighting and shadows. I squinted raising my hand to shield my face, blinking rapidly as my eyes watered from the brightness. For several minutes, I stood there, letting my vision slowly adjust.

The winds tugged at my clothes as the world gradually came into focus. I drank in the blue sky, the green grass and the tall trees – I'd forgotten what the world outside looked like, how beautiful it could be.

As my vision finally adapted, I noticed a familiar figure standing a few paces away, leaning against a sleek black car – my father. Beta Jeremy Tanner stood rigid, his arms crossed over his chest, wearing the stern expression I remembered from my childhood whenever I'd done something particularly disappointing.