They wandered the streets for ages, kicking dust as they went. They travelled from the working-class town of Tyranny to the derelict slums of Hantov. Hantov was bombed severely in the last war, and only the most desperate people dwelled there. It was tax-less, but filled with crime. As they stepped in, Flash started crying. Dash whispered, "Blade, what do I do?" A man yelled, "Newcomers! Hunter, get in there!" and a sixteen year old boy flew from a dead tree. The boy chuckled, "You new here? You probably don't got a home, so share mine. That boy o' yours, the middle kid, he's like Ace. Little, light and speedy. You're like Phoenix, or were. He was... eight? Now he's ten, like you. He used to be skinny like you, but now he's super strong. My name's Hunter, I was abandoned at birth and adopted by Myra and Ezra Hanover. They raised me good in this town, and they died when the bombs hit two years ago. I was ten then. Come on, though."
He lead the boys into an abandoned building: crumbling brickwork, felled wood, one room. Dust fell, and Hunter coughed deeply. A muscular ten-year-old with a mixed skin tone and sea-green eyes and jet black hair jumped down a hole in the roof. He shouted, "Friends?!" and Ace followed, and Dash and Ace ran out to play. Hunter sighed and gave some washing to the boy. Hunter told Blade, "This is Nix.. Phoenix Hurst. And that's William Hurst, Ace. Go with Nix and do the washing."
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