The Claw Thorne Tower: Old Blood, Young Souls.

Old Blood, Young Souls.

In a grotto by the sea, we see a young sailor land, who gets up again, drawing his sword in front of a huge pirate with a scruffy beard.

-Stupid boy!- shouted the pirate waving his sword -I'm going to split you in two!

-Don't trust yourself so much, Dirty Beard, I am The Great Marine Red Rogers, champion of justice... Now eat this, fool!- he shouted as he rushed towards Dirty Beard and stabbed his sword into his chest.

-No! The only thing that can kill me, Metal!- Dirtybeard yelled as he fell dead.

Changing the scene we see how the above was part of the narration of a pioneer sitting on the stairs of the newly built town hall, a quiet and typical summer morning in the year 1655.

-And that's the end- he finished narrating as he closed his book in front of a group of children who applauded him enthusiastically.

-Read it again, read it again- the children asked in unison.

-Well, maybe just one more time- the young man said as he reopened the book.

-Caleb- another pioneer said, similar to him, but with a more severe look, drawing his attention.

-Uh-oh, it seems I'm in trouble- Caleb said, trying to joke around to cheer up the kids who had been scared, making them laugh -we'll finish reading for today, now go home- he said as he got up from the stairs, putting his coat back on and picking up his book.

The children obeyed and, between laughs and happy shouts, dispersed to return to their homes, while Caleb began to walk next to his brother towards the forest on the outskirts of town.

As they walked, the citizens of the humble town of Gravesfield viewed them with great respect and homage, recognizing them as the Wittbane brothers, witch hunters and local heroes.

-Come on Phillip, you can't be upset about a little reading," Caleb said trying to break the tension.

-You missed your shift on duty- Phillip answered annoyed.

-Actually I changed it to Edwing, he owed me a favor because the other day I...

-That's not the point- Phillip interrupted him sternly -I had to cover you with the witch-hunting general, lately you've been neglecting your obligations, and why? Because of a book you bought from a traveler?

-It's a good book- Caleb answered with a smile, but he recover the seriousness when he see his brother's face -and it's not that bad, it's not different from the book about witches that we usually read to children at school.

-It's very different," claimed Phillip, "we try to warn children of the danger of witches and magic, but your story about that Regenio...

-Red Rogers...- Caleb corrected.

-... Sure... that book, it's starting to cause problems- Phillip concluded.

-Problems? For a book?- Caleb questioned.

-Some parents have started talking about how their children neglect their homework because of fantasies of ships, treasures and distant lands, doesn't that sound familiar to you?- Phillip said with his gaze fixed on his brother's book.

-Maybe that's not so bad- Caleb replied, looking at the same book -to think that it's possible to reach different places, found new towns, new families, without letting fear stop you, is that so bad?

Phillip remained silent at his brother's words, for a second he was about to snatch that book from his hands, yell at him and hit him for questioning the rules of their community, but instead he took a deep breath, looked into his eyes with a look full of serenity, and with a calm voice he began to speak.