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CHAPTER ONE

SCORPION BASE

Skar blinked as the hot sun’s rays poured unmercifully down on the rocks. “You’re up early,” called a voice. Skar laughed, “What do you mean, early? Where I live, we wake up at—if not before—sunwake.”

“Well, different clans do things differently, Skar. This isn’t Requon anymore,” said his grandfather. Skar frowned slightly. “I-I miss Requon. I wish…I don’t want to live in Lorokyan.”

“We can’t change that! You’re going to have to live in Lorokyan!”

“…”

“Sorry, Skar. It’s just…I’m angry too, but I’ve learned to get over things. Let’s start…at Scorpion Base. They have steel, and some lucky scrappers have found gold.”

Skar sighed as he trudged forward from Lorok-Clan base. The hot deserts of Lorokyan were definitely a contrast from the forests of cool Requon. Scorpion base, he thought, ''looks like I’m a scrapper now. ''He frowned. He missed learning to become a farmer in Requon. Requon was lush, beautiful…Lorokyan was rocky, sandy, and just horrid.

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