【Cars Amra, The Kingdom of Prerahar, June 10, E.C.1657.】
The sun peeks out from the edge of the horizon and the sun begins to pour through the trees into the Cars Amra. The morning birds show off their worth by singing a song that announces the start of the day. The Dragonutes, rubbing their misty eyes and rousing themselves, begin to prepare for the day ahead with their nebulous consciousness in hand.
It is everyday life. It is the usual routine work. It is an ordinary frame that fills the ordinary day. However, the routine can be disrupted by the slightest chance. Peace is like a house without a foundation that was built in a rush.
Suddenly, an ear-piercing explosion rumbles out of the woods on the outskirts of town. It hits The Dragonutes with smoke that reaches to the heavens and vi
