PREVIEW
... r slowly opened his eyes at the sound of chirping birds.
A white tent.
Hofir could see white from all around him. He was laying on a sleeping bag next to the conference table that was in the middle of the tent.
Hofir recalled the dreams of his past. The past he spent as a soldier obeying a tradition he did not want to, obeying elders he did not respect...
He could vividly recall the first time he ripped apart a human's flesh back when his tribe chief, Lord Stripe, ...
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