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A new castle, a new camp of witch hunter slaves. They all were thrown together and around again. And Enok was one of the youngest. Not good. The young teenager had learned the law of strong and weak quickly in the past few years as a pawn to the witch hunter king. And even though everyone here was damaged, kidnapped and broken in a way... there still was a hierarchy.

And he sure as hell wouldn't be on the lowest rungs of the ladder. No. he had to leave an impression.

So Enok looked around. And found what he had been searching for: the biggest and meanest looking guy around. Rule number one: if you fought the biggest and meanest looking guy, the rest would leave you alone.

Standing with wide stance and arms akimbo in front of this guy, Enok tried to look the meanest he could possibly glare.

"Hey, you! Yeah! I will fight you!"

The goings-on around the encampment was grim. It was easier to focus on nothing-in-particular than to try make sense of their miserable lot in life, which explained a lot of the distant stares. Alexander's far off look was for much the same reason, his mind stretched through the fog and he tried to grasp at a loose thread.

There was a memory beyond the veil. It was at his fingertips. The sigil of the great draconian meant something to him.

"Hey, you!"

Alexander shook his head and spared a look towards a gangly-limbed teenager.

"Yeah! I will fight you!"

It took a moment for those words to sink in. When they did, Alexander huffed a loud breath as a smile played at his lips. He almost felt incredulous that the runt of the camp was puffing up at him.

"Will you now?" Alexander questioned the young lad, pushing to stand up to his full height. He rolled his shoulders back and jutted his chin up, challenging him to attempt a blow. "I'll give you a free swing so long as it's above the belt. Hit me with your best shot."