Second in Command.

Part 6

Egon takes a step towards snowfall. "Ah, I remember you," Egon says to snowfalls surprise.
What? He Did?
"Yes, don't you remember? I was your student, the small one sitting in the back of the class," Egon says.

Ah, Yes. Now i remember.

Snowfall thinks about the small boy who had been sitting in the back so the other students would not throw rocks at the back of his head during class. Snowfall had known his dad.
What a dick his father had been, Snowfall thinks coldly. Though, he is pretty sure Egon wasn't the name of the small boy. He studies the new king. Blue eyes. That was correct. Smaller than normal, like the boy had been. He was about a head shorter than he should be for his age right now. Annnd, small teeth. Small, unsharp teeth. The rest of them, including himself, had sharp deadly teeth. Yup, it was him. The small boy with no defense against the bullies.

"Sooooooooooo" Egon's voice breaks his train of thought. He looks uncomfortable. And Snowfall realizes he had been staring.

"Could you show me around?" Egon asks, death staring Snowfall. Snowfall nods, quickly walking down the dark tunnels. They are slightly lit up by a lamp here and there. They use solar panels to get electricity.

Snowfall points at caves. The cave where food was gathered, the caves where people live and of course at last, the King and Queen's cave. The inside looks more like am undergrown house, with fancy tables and couches and a big pile of gold in the corner.

Snowfall watches as the new king walks over to the gold and pokes it. "shiny," he says simply.

This was weird... Snowfall thinks. He has not seen this guy for 17 years. He assumed he had died with the rest, 17 years ago. A plane had been flying over the Island they used to live on and dropped a bomb.
Snowfall had been sitting on the beach with his kids when they heard the plane. He misses the island. It was not the biggest place, with houses and houses stacked on top of each other, people living together in the tight place and, of course, the ditch, which was a big ravine going tough some parts of the Island.
The freaks, the ones who looked weird. Different eye colors, albino, small teeth, more or fewer toes. Their wings would get tied together and they would be thrown in the ditch when they reached 11.
The mark of a freak was a scar in their ear, which the guards would go and give to those who looked weird when they were 2. Those people were treated more like animals, would never get a job, and were not allowed out of the ditch during daytime.

Things were different now. After the bomb, there were few of them left. 4000 right after the bomb. Currently, only 2706. Funny enough, most of those who had survived were the ones who lived in the ditch, so they aren't as looked down on anymore. And now, one of them is their new king.