Daily Rucks

“Well he finally arrived at Caelondia’s vaunted safe haven.”

“Through twisted streets he ran with nothing but the City Crest and an old stranger’s voice to guide him.”

“All the Kid had to work with was his hammer and the clothes on his back.”

“The Calamity happened, just like that.”

“He saw nothing where the world used to be.”

“One night, on one of his expeditions, the ground beneath him shuddered, cracked, and split apart.”

“They trusted him to scout out farther than anybody.”

“In time the Kid earned good standing with the Marshalls.”

“Learned to build. Learned to break.”

“Out there, Kid learned to fend for himself.”

“In the history of Caelondia, nobody’s ever volunteered for a second shift on the Walls.”

“Why, he went right on back to the Walls for another five years.”

“So what’d the Kid do?”

“The money he’d been sending home was nowhere to be found neither.”

“The City had nothing for him.”

“Turns out his momma’s time was done too.”

“Once the Kid done his time, he hurried on home.”

“The elements, the Ura… you name it.”

“Thanks to folks like the Kid, the Walls kept Caelondia safe from whatever’s out there.”

“Make his momma some money.”

“School ain’t working out, so the Kid signs up for a turn on the Rippling Walls.”

“Having his momma’s hair did the Kid no favors while he was growing up, but he learned to hold his own out there.”

“Frail thing with pure white hair like his.”

“He never knew his old man, but he had his momma to take care of.”

“Fair to say he’s led a hard life, supposing what he says in his sleep ain’t no lie.”

“The past… Only good thing ever come out of the past, is history.”