Clearwater used to be a secret place where white-robed monks lived peaceful and austere lives, insulated from the outside world by its hidden existence. Compelled by the ravages of famine, its presence was made known to merchants and settlers on whom they hoped for the provision of food to their dying community. In that one year, several changes were effected whereupon the isle allowed the entry of business houses and refugees who were looking for a place to put down their roots at. The tiny population of simple monks began to swell but only so much that the place still retained its nature as a quiet and secluded slice of the world.
er.. what was that quote? you either end up dying a hero or live long enough to watch yourself become a villain (?)
anyway, single chapter upload today so I'll do the missing chapter tomorrow. Had a busy day and I apologise.