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Owain stood in silence for a moment. He had looked at Ohlendian cultures in school, everyone had, but he had never seen one of their armbands, the modern equivalent to the armour they used to wear, some still did, refusing to show their faces. After looking from the treetop for some time, Ruth swung down, rolling on impact with the ground. “Ruth?” Owain exclaimed, kneeling to try and help her up, but she sprang to her feet with ease, “Are you okay?” Ruth gave him a searing l

The bombs were still falling, louder and louder by the moment. Down in the basement, Owain had lost all sense of time.

Owain stared at the empty space where the boat, The Salmon’s Head, should have been. The rain was heavy, but not enough to obscure an entire trawler, and Salmon Ed and his crew were known for being loud in the mornings. The Harrands, their head family, had dealt with many complaints for the noisy crew.