Kapitel 142: CHAPTER 110: THE PAST OF THE FUTURE

ONCE UPON A FUTURE

The wind blows strongly forming something akin of a hurricane.

First, the dust arrived. Yellow dust billowing to the clouds, carrying the scent of a plague. Second, the sound reverberates.

The squeaking of vermin, the sound of it fills the forest.

The sound of the rat's horde is like the cacophony of misery and death as it is marching towards this little city.

Nestled deep in a forest, this city is full of people from Greece.

After New Greece falls, many of its immigrants ran until they meet this large forest and started a community inside this place.

Homes built above in the trees and visitors quarters of market, inn, magic and temple on the ground below.

Gully system filled with traps surrounds the city in a natural way, mostly camouflaged, difficult to spot for invaders.

It is usually clean and peaceful but since the oars of warning fires has been lighted from the nearby cities and villages, the people of Freytown have been nervous and fearful.