He only had a few silver pieces to buy food that day. Each portion was one silver piece, and he would need one for himself and one for his brother. He sighed, twirling the silver in his hands.
When he walked, the water carried him. It was almost as if he was flying. However, that was an absurd idea in and of itself. Nothing could fly except for the birds.
His kind was the pisces who lived deep in the sea. They took what they could and sold what they had to get food. The ruler of the pisces clan was a very old man with a scepter. Ferré had never actually seen him, but he had heard many stories. Of course, barely any of the stories were true. For along with being scavengers, the pisces loved coming up with wild tales. Whether they be about the world above the water or the ruler, they were mostly fake.
There had been talk of a man who hunted the pisces years ago. Ferré believed it was the man who killed his father, but he could not be sure. Everyone who told the story told it differently. One thing Ferré knew was that he would make the man pay dearly for his crimes.
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Aviator
FantasíaIn a land where winged people soar above the earth and scaled humanoids roam the waters, a young woman finds herself caught in between a war no humans know exist. Meanwhile, a man must find the person who killed his father. But when he finds them, w...
