the celabration of the summer solstice was booming there was loud music evreywhere and the lights were dancing. we were forrbidden working class, The son of the blacksmith and daughter of the cheif of the theif gild. we were completley diffrent classes, and very rarely ever mingle.
“Izayha you coming, the ships leaving” said mannix
“yeah” I mangaged to spit out.
“I need you to do the thing, th...