It had been two months since the Shadows had cursed the overworld, everyone was on edge in the surviving city, tension filled the air as dense as morning dew. But after another month people started to celebrate that those creatures hadn't found this safe haven people called the underworld.
Todd padded close to me as we walked through the main markets. The rulers, King Charles the sixth and Queen Millie, had hosted a festival in place of the ruined one all those weeks ago. It was the month of Rain’s Hand, making the air humid.
The crowds were full of excited and happy chatter, but I could not be any more tense and warry. I feared that hosting a festival would attract those creatures like Humphery had told me. He had warned the royals but they refused to listen, so for two months we spoke about and made almost what you would call a clan, or club.
This clan we made was made up of nine families and twenty other men and women skilled in education and survival for something like this. With close to a hundred people, if anything went wrong we knew where we would escape too, since Humphery was confident about what he thought.
I kept my head low, carrying Todd through the crowds. I stopped briefly to purchase some fish then continued toward the growing festival. Decorations of flowers and vines were streamed on every building. People would dance to cheery music, laughing and singing.
The town’s center was filled with a large crowd as someone on a stage, high in power, spoke over the buzzing crowd, “Everyone, I...