CHAPTER 6

In the confines of his room, Kinada sat on the bare floor wondering what this next phase of life would look like for him. It was bad enough to be different, to be despised by all and regarded as an outcast in his own land. Now he is faced with a greater battle, one which is worse than he has ever faced.

"You brought this one upon yourself Kinada, you and you alone" he muttered to himself. If only he listened to Reeda.

"I have not just lost my freedom but possibly the only soul who has ever cared about my existence."

Sitting on the cold hard floor, he leaned back on the rough wall behind him, resting his head on the wall, he took a deep breath.

He is no doubt tired, beyond tired, in fact, tired is an understatement. Broken is the word. To be clear, Kin was both physically and emotionally broken. If he wasn't already used to the entire world being too hard on him, he would be crying his eyes out.

He took a moment to examine his bruised body a little. His swollen arm, bruises all over