My childhood - actually, a better way to put it would be to call it my life before Mirham. My life before Mirham was as far from a childhood as anyone can imagine. I grew up on the Wardrop estate, which, anyone in the region will tell you, is just as opulent as it is isolated. My days were spent studying Firewalkers and training to fight them. My nights were spent hunting them. I hardly slept. There was never time.
My parents were known - or rather, had made themselves known - as the authorities on Firewalkers. Which really meant that they were some of the only people crazy enough to hunt Firewalkers. And the only ones to have survived more than one encounter.
They devoted themselves to finding, capturing, torturing, and studying Firewalkers. And when my parents had me, they... Please subscribe to keep reading.
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