Day Four, midnight, into Day Five.Oh, what was the whole point of asking the passengers, anyway? As always, everyone was so very fickle! There was no “popular” vote… most called for a better investigation rather than making an easy, quick decision. With all Cid’s glory, he was most known for his rather terrible impatience; while the little kids ( Read more... )

There was a peak on the horizon--amongst the thick woodlands, where far ahead, the plains slowly became clearer with each of Grandore’s giant steps, where the owls cried and ...Wait, were those roosters calling? Well, they weren’t exactly out of place for the hour; it was five in the morning and the sun still hadn’t made an appearance. But it was ( Read more... )

Day One; near midnight.

By now, everyone had surely boarded the Caravan, whether or not they trusted the ever-suspicious Way-Warrant. The cricket chirped warnings as commoners of Sleepywoods emptied the streets and into the comfort of their homes, huffing and fanning themselves. And oh, the air… it was too still for a strangely humid night. Inside ( Read more... )

At dusk, the entire village shook.

Kitchen utensils and dishes vibrated within their containers, glasses of water trembled. There were steady steps going boom… boom… boom… could be heard and was becoming more audible with each footstep. At this point, the locals knew something grand was coming to town. Heck, it came to a point where the trees’ ( Read more... )