1pm
The Group had already traveled several kilometers away from the central elvian city. They weren't even close to any of the other Evian cities.
They were traveling along the Great Ruins of War. The battle site of the Great war hundreds of years ago.
The grand uncle felt like he was walking a path which he had been bred in, this path was known to every elf that existed before and after the Great war. Nostalgia was all up in his feelings.
The field spanned thousands of metres, and they had only just began crossing.
In the middle of the group, there was carriage being carried by the rest. It was peculiar because the royal grand uncle was outside, walking with the crew, meaning the carriage that was been carried housed someone or something more important than the grand uncle.
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