Author: rlmyles

Lying on the cold steel surface of the air ship, barely able to move, Ashton focuses on a strange figure looking down at him as he coughs.“Who are you?” Ashton asks the strange figure.“Who are we?” responds the man looking down at him. “My name is Lesant. To answer your real question, think of us as the light in the darkness, the calm in the storm. To some, we are known as ‘the Chosen.’ To … Chosen.’ To others, we are a means to an end. Talk about déjà vu. This brings back memories of a long-forgotten past. Where do…