It was hardly seven in the evening, but the sun was already setting over the boiling green sea of Erdin. Nathan was sitting on a big rock on the beach, eyeing the dubious spectacle with the weary heart that characterised him of late.
After the burning rain. After the flora started to grow in strange shapes. After the Terminal Battalion forces came in. After he lost his parents in the shuffle, and his brother.
They might be somewhere on the other side of the Containment Walls, but he hadn’t been allowed to go with them. The fresh green stains on his skin on the day of the Sifting had condemned him to stay put, amongst the Tainted.
The stains had grown weaker since then, and the people’s whispers said that on the West Wall some guards were less strict on exactly the threshold of taintedness that they would allow out.