I Bled for His Child, He Buried My Brother

My tribe was dying, our sacred Sunbeam Ridge ravaged by the deafening roar of Remington Mining’s bulldozers.

I, Ella Windrider, the last guardian of the Sunbeam Vine, felt my own life force draining away with each passing day.

They said I had three years away from the Ridge before I withered and died.

But my people would fall sooner if I did nothing.

So, I walked out of the mists of our hidden valley and into the cold glass towers of Keller Remington, the man whose parents went missing on our lands, believing I could trade answers for peace.