Xanthia was the first one off the boat as the vessel docked in Iberax. She knew exactly what she was going to do, nothing and nobody would stand in her way.
She had travelled throughout Iberax as a youngster, but she’d never been allowed to step foot on Rikki’s Island, none of them had. It was protected by huge military boats, cannons on all sides, and a military helicopter that could, and would, legally shoot down any aircraft that came too close to the island without clearance. And clearance was never given.
neverHer city was a functioning, lively antique of a city. The old cathedrals, palaces, and Mediterranean-style houses had been adapted from the barren wastelands that the humans had left behind. While the continents had shifted, many of the structures built on the land had survive
