Suk Won―Old Ghosts
Suk Won stood at the rim of the ancient village, its shattered ruins a reminder of glory past, the paradise Sethia once was.
His forefathers had walked among lush trees laden with fruits, and marble statues had decorated the village square. Birds had huddled on rooftops capped with Khataran tile—a song for each new day—and flowers blossomed from every windowsill. Silk garments were the order of the day, and houses were filled with laughter and wisdom.
Long ago, this had been a thriving town with a lot of activity, but that was before Mikkellana had erected her shield and sealed off Sethia from the rest of the world. Technically, Sethia was not restrictive to normal people, but normal people were so afraid of who was said to be trapped in Sethia, that they dare not ven
