Hero's TearA tall teenager looked around him. The grand hall was quite empty, yet his heart was pounding. He was in one of the only places on earth which has not seen technology of any kind, neither has any kind of technology seen. He, Scythe was there. He was about to be turned with awesome power. He had come from a family of fighters, living in seclusion from all other mankind. And he's liking it. Since the time when he knew how to dream, he'd been dreaming about wielding two daggers and striking from the shadows.He looked around, and saw small clusters of people around him, also aspiring to be fighters. Maybe not assassins, he thought. But he is su
Empty space is delibrate
Glad to be back doing computer graphics after months in hostel