The tale I am writing here concerns a mysterious boy named Darius Dinn. The story of how he came to save us, all happened a long time ago before the Outsiders came and overtook the natural order of life in Haden. While the world marveled at horseless carriages and radio waves, I shudder in the knowledge of the terrifyingly genius creations I witnessed with my own weak eyes, right here in this little western town, cut off from the world save for one lone steam train. I once called myself an inventor, but I was wrong, the truth of how far the minds of men could go and the creations they could bring forth has humbled me into a mere tinkerer. I chronicle the story now, so many may know how an orphan boy came to us and gave us hope. -Durban Wells
The tale I am writing here concerns a mysterious boy named Darius Dinn. The story of how he came to save us, all happened a long time ago before the Outsiders came and overtook the natural order of life in Haden. While the world marveled at horseless carriages and radio waves, I shudder in the knowledge of the terrifyingly genius creations I witnessed with my own weak eyes, right here in this little western town, cut off from the world save for one lone steam train. I once called myself an inventor, but I was wrong, the truth of how far the minds of men could go and the creations they could bring forth has humbled me into a mere tinkerer. I chronicle the story now, so many may know how an orphan boy came to us and gave us hope. -Durban Wells