The Black City of Nuerva
by Omri Koresh
The day of the attack, I was sitting at the park, reading a book. Slavers rode in on monstrous ships. They took everyone, including me.
I was taken to a horrible black city called Nuerva, where the buildings were jagged lines cutting across the sky. A man, the Captain, took me as his plaything and kept me as his own prisoner. After many days, I finally found the courage to escape