Owyn stood outside the village gate, chewing the nail of his forefinger as he looked inside at a world he'd never conceived of.
A place where there were only giants.
A place where he wasn't the tallest child around.
"Move, boy. This is your new home," the gravelly voice of the one who'd taken him from the orphanage commanded.
With slow steps, Owyn obeyed. People greeted his chaperone, but looked at him strangely as he was brought to the largest tent, to stand before the biggest person Owyn had ever seen. A giant, sitting on a throne with a tankard of ale at his lips, whose bald head was bedecked with tattoos of titans-
"I said kneel!" Owyn's chaperone grabbed him by the neck and forced him down. Owyn had been so busy staring that he hadn't heard any of what was said.
