The Dragon's Call | Andres Day 1

Andres Bramwell

Run. That's what filled his head as he ran from the bloodshed of the cornucopia. There was more he wanted, more he needed to do but, he could not be greedy. Being greedy would be his downfall, so he fled. He ran south, slowing down when the bruise to his leg began to ache and the adrenaline of the bloodbath had subsided. Now it was time for the real games to begin.

Every twig that snapped, every branch that quivered, made him snap around ready to right, but there was no one there. Just the wind, just his imagination or maybe just a bird keeping him company. It was more likely a camera following him. A camera that waited for him to stumble, waited for him to fail. But he would not. He could not. 

Slowly he pressed on until he made it to a field of rubble. Cracked marble pillars, slabs of broken stone and destroyed interiors. It looked like a once thriving place to live, that had since been destroyed, the stone returning back to the ground it came from. The greenery spread its roots and branches as it slowly reclaimed the raized building for its own selfish wants. He stared suspiciously around, he did not want to stay for long. Pick what he could, and move on to the next place. He couldn't stay somewhere for too long, he didn't need anyone catching his scent. 

[andres bramwell explores the rubble fields and collects items]