I walked through the crowded streets of Lamon. Those around me were going about their way naïve to the war that surrounded their city. They should be cowering inside their churches with the doors and windows boarded. In this time of war, they needed to turn to their gods and faith. Their numbers were dwindling down daily, because of their lack of fighting skills, strength, and abilities. They were the weaker breed and for that, they would die.
Published on December 15, 2015 07:24