THE ROGUE KING'S TERRITORY
The storm had ended days ago, but the land still bore its scars. The lands were waterlogged, the soil eroded, and half of the few crops drowned in mud.
Even before the rain, the fields were dull with withered plants. The land was cursed. Every season, the inhabitants asked for more of it, but it gave less. Men walked along the edge of the land, examining the storm's damage.
"The storm took half of our crop." One of them said angrily. "We'll be lucky if we have food this winter."
"The storm took more than that." Another said with a sigh. He pointed to a far end where a foul stench rose from. "The drainage is broken again."
Both of them, Tomas and Redd, moved towards the broken drainage. The drainage was nothing more than a crude channel cut into the earth, used to divert dirty water. The storm had ripped it apart, leaving it clogged with debris.
