Game of Thieves.

This game isn't just a game-every Thrae felt that now.

Ever since that moment, when the Seer announced the beginning of the games, the markings of a new era, people flocked to the gates, hoping-begging-for an entry.

Twenty-five people were chosen, twenty-five, no more, no less.

Twenty-five Thrae exited the gates.

Twenty-five returned.

Perhaps you thought the returning number would be different. Well, you're not wrong, in a way. Twenty-five people came back.

Completely changed.

The noisy ones arrived home-silent and still. The soft-spoken, returned loud and rather obnoxious. The weak were now strong.

The beautiful became hideously ugly.

The kind became bitter.

And the silver eye-every one of them were marred with one silver eye replacing their right. One silver eye that seemed to bore into you whenever one of them would fix their eyes on you.

People drew back from the gates after the Returning-terrified. The twenty-five Thrae left the gates, and on their return, they had one piece of their personality sliced away, and another sewn on.

Some called it the Game of the Changed.

Some simply called it the Game of Opposites.

But to most, it's known as the Game of Thieves. No one is certain how the name was attached, but it fit, and stuck like glue.

So, I understand you have wish to join the games, and I respect that, but there is something you need to know.

This isn't a game to blindly throw your life into.

Unless, of course, you know how to survive.