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Dylan

By the time that he had arrived at Canyon, the sky was already turning violet, signaling the end of the day. He had arrived close to the trading post, and everything was starting to die down. On the other half of the island, the lights from the lanterns could bee seen over the high stone walls. Dylan ran a hand through his damp black hair and walked around the corner to the area where the trading post stood. There were two people standing at a stone building, leaning on the shallow counter that stuck out from the front wall of the building. Both of them looked to be talking to someone behind the counter, but Dylan couldn't see who it was, as the darkness was obscuring his vision. He walked into the small area lit by lanterns, and all at once, he felt two direct pair of eyes on him, and one indirect pair trying to find him through the window.

"I'm here in peace," he said. "I mean no harm."

One of them straightened up to look Dylan up and down. He was taller than Dylan was, and looked as if he had been in the islands for a long time. "What are you doing here?" he asked.

"I just arrived here this afternoon, and I need a place to sleep," he said.

The taller man smiled. "You know that we don't have room for refugees here," he said. "We're here to supply explosives, nothing else."

"Then why do you have such high walls around an area that looks to hold fifty people?" Dylan challenged, but regretted it two seconds later, as the taller man grabbed Dylan by the collar of his shirt, forcing the young boy to look at his sudden assaulter.

"I know that you're new to these islands, but common sense should come naturally," he growled before throwing Dylan down onto the ground.