(this thread is open)

Cambria.

Othello stood inside his prison camp. He stood directly in the middle of the hustle and bustle of the camp staring past the edge where two soldiers stood guard. Body after body passed by him but he was so drawn to the women moving just beyond, a dead pan stare. In his head played the flashbacks of that very day when he washed up on these foreign shores.

The screams of his men.

The pounding of feet giving chase and those fleeing, his own heavy breathing as he ran for his life through the woods. The sounds of arrows whizzing by. The clash of blades, how the big one aimed to show no mercy, the squelch and breaking of bones when he used his Gift to turn her blade on her...

...that harrowing hate fueled scream from the blonde. Was she here? Was she perhaps in Coheed?

Would their epic saga find its conclusion?

Time would tell.