Orange Blood

Standing lost in the center of a strange town- he was another young man with nowhere to go— but urged by something to go somewhere.

As with all great adventures— his story began with a mistake.

Valeri Smizen saw the splash of orange blood spilled in the Tenhorn jungle. He saw it in a dream and knew it to be true. He saw the beginning of the end for the enclave and all who hid from the magic trappers of the Kielen King.

Valeri wished he’d dreamed of anything else. Even the flames of the grand hall would have been better. And those were words he’d never utter out loud. Not to anyone. Not even himself.