his memories came up and I did something that reminded her of him, it wasn''t a big deal.”


    Tunnel Rat. For as long as he could remember, that is what he was called, and he had been okay with it. Somewhere during the last Eightday, however, it had turned into a vile term. Something about these people that he kept seeing in his dreams made him want to fight back against the term. The problem was that he didn''t know what exactly it was that he was supposed to be called.


    his name. He didn''t feel like a Dalton, Ranadin, or Lagelion. In fact, the only names that had any resonance at all within him were Theromvore and Daystar, but he knew from his dreams that those were last names, and he couldn''t be both, could he?


    Looking wasn''t really the right word either, though, because some of the ways in which they could view the world seemed to be an almost instinctual knowledge of how the smallest particles could work in tandem to create something larger.


    knew how things worked or didn''t work and trying to change their minds on anything would be like trying to pull a planet out of its rotation around the sun. It was possible in theory, but the forces involved were mind numbing in their complexity.


    Slaves? Try as he might, he couldn''t get the word out of his head. The more he thought about it, the more he realized that was indeed what he and the Goblin-kin he was working with were. For over a year, he had been quietly doing what he was told, because he didn''t know what else he should be doing. It had never occurred to him that things should be different. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he heard an outraged roar of defiance, and then the world started shaking.


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    feel the things that made up the chain. If it wasn''t for the fact that such a feeling had saved his life and the lives of the two Goblins only a dozen minutes earlier, he wouldn''t even have the small amount of hope that it was real that he did.


    could read and write, he wasn’t able to process the words at anywhere near the speeds that his fellow classmates could.