Over the Hills and under the Fire

It wasn't always so dark and gloomy in Evresoft. It had been a small town, with no worries and nothing to make their lives harder than their own labour. Everyone had a job, and people were divided into four distinct classes: the Providers, the Beautiful, the Middlemen, and the Royals. No one complained, and everyone lived harmoniously; it was a boring, but simple and happy life, and no one expected anything to change.

Over the hills, there were three mountains which divided into three parts. Everything was well-organized and functioned properly. There were trees of brilliant colour: blood red Maples, swirly tangles of moss, and the brilliant yellow of the Ungua tree, which was as bright as the closest sun. The huts were made of dried reeds and the interior from a bright red clay, and although they were modest-looking, no one was below the poverty line. No one was dying at the age of twelve, with three hands chopped off, and a viral infection that even the best doctor could not fix. This had been after everything had happened, then everything had changed.

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Caetra lay on her side, staring through the long, soft grass towards the mountains. There was a dark shape advancing, and Caetra shivered in the cold.

"Ivy!" She yelled towards the approaching figure, flailing her arms and getting up to run towards the girl

The End

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