HUNJI
The sounds and smells came rushing back to me, memories resurfacing. Except this time, they weren’t of a life I had left behind and was ashamed of, but of meeting Morgan and our time together on the second continent.
Though the atmosphere was different. It held more of a foreboding than it ever had before.
As we made our way to Eririat, the place where I grew up, I watched out the carriage window in silence as we passed through small villages that dotted the outskirts of the main city.
Patrons stood outside their houses, not a smile to be seen, or a cheer for their king. Despite the hot sun shining down, it was gloomy and depressing. Something I never thought I would think of Asiarian.
The further inland we traveled the more I realized how the presence and threat of the dark arm
