“It will be perfect,“ Myra said as she looked at the now cleared crater in the northwest corner of Pyc Village.
Where once there were destroyed buildings and debris, now the ground had been cleared and the soil turned. Seed from both Pyc and Wodniki Villages were sewn to grow new grasses, flowers, shrubs and trees. Altogether some one-hundred thirty species of plants were seeded. New life out of death, Myra thought as she surveyed the work of the past three wake periods. Some good out of this evil. Order out of chaos.
Since the Wodniki arrived work clearing and repairing parts of Pyc Village and treating the wounded progressed much faster than Myra could have hoped. The wounded would need more time to heal, but the Wodniki doctors and medics allowed many more to be treated more quickly t
