Most people know where they belong.



As an outcast, even among misfits, I'm not that lucky. It's fine. I don't need them. These walls I've built keep me safe.



Until they don't anymore.



With the rebellion under way, I have enough on my hands gaining my freedom. So when a dragon cracks the shield I've built around me, it brings forth the darkness contained within and awakens sensations I thought long dead. I do the only thing I know how-fight back.



I don't know if it'll be enough this time.



The walls around me are crumbling, and I struggle to keep myself safe. Am I doomed to repeat the mistakes of my past?