Lucian lived in Segment nine. Outside of Brisdel, one of the inner cities. He lived alone in a small makeshift shack, where he crafted weapons, tools, and utensils. He traded these items with other Segments for food and clothes. But today was different. Lucian was packing up his things and preparing to travel to find allies. Despite having no plan or direction, he was determined to kill the king. You're being delusional, this will never work the voices in the back of his mind whispered. He ignored them as he shoved a blanket, bandages, a water bottle, and a bag of trail mix, into his backpack. I can do this Lucian told himself confidently, I just need to find some help, and then we can end this reign of terror. Taking one last look at the only home he'd ever known, he headed off. The neighborhood he had lived in was practically rubble but as he got closer to where the actual cities used to be, he could still see the occasional mostly intact building. Everything was overgrown with plants, roots wrapped around bones in the broken streets. It was eerily quiet all the time which Lucian couldn't tell if he loved or hated. By the time the sun was staining the sky a bright orange, he was at the end of Segment nine. The stretch of land before him now was Segment eight. Well this is as good a place as any Lucian sighed as he found a nice empty building. He laid out his blanket on the floor and curled up to sleep.