Belle and Lucas got down in the village. A village Belle had come with Lucas not far too long ago. The Bakel's street and town. The land on this side of the Bonelake was the gloomiest of them all. The clouds up in the sky were different shades of grey lying mostly on the side of a darker version that turned the atmosphere dark and glum.
They had to leave the carriage out of the village and they entered the village which as usual had wet ground which was slippery with patches of puddles here and there.
"How come I don't remember this place?" asked Barron to himself who was being carried by Lucas in a small bag, hanging in his left hand. It was only Belle and Lucas who could hear Barron speak.
