Chapter 1 – The Divine Gene

On a rugged mountain’s stream’s edge, a black clothed youngster was holding down a shiny, dark shell with a metallic radiance that looked like a crab, yet it also looked like a Horned Beetle. The black clothed youngster’s other hand held a dagger. which he used to agilely cut of the struggling beetle’s claw with desire to open the shell, and revealed the tender, fleshy, pearly flesh...