It had been a lovely afternoon playing outside with the kids and learning how to operate Axe’s flying toy when Mikkho made his slow way back to the Commander’s chambers.
They had spent such a joyful time at the top of a nearby hill adjacent to the magnificent mines, that the teenager had almost forgotten for a second that this was in fact no pleasure trip, and that he was not just another simple boy having some fun along with those kids.
He had been tiredly pacing through the dimly lit corridors, mumbling an old song inside his head while carrying the sleeping baby girl against his chest and an equally dozed Axe strapped to his back, when the full weight of his true reality came out of nowhere only to smack him square in the face.
The room had been so engulfed in shadows when he entered
