The Prince of Shadow

Haflea was a man of many regrets that included a portion of his youth spent in hedonistic pursuits within the walls of the Amber City. Penniless and homeless, he saw the worst of men and for a time, counted himself amongst that band of liars and cheats. It was love that woke him from his stupor and gave him a reason to live. Then it was the loss of love that kept him awake at night and ignited a bitterness that consumed and led him to this moment in the graveyard.

Born scrawny and silent, with a grey rat’s tail, to parents who’d dabbled with dark magic, Haflea sat across from a fellow who had the look of a wolf about him. It wasn’t just the watchful, yellow eyes, but the canines that gleamed sharp. Haflea turned his gaze to the flickering flames and the shadows that danced across the prostrate form of a dead man whose left hand was being crisped by the fire’s heat.