To others, answering that question was a piece-of-cake. They might be proud of it and respond with great enthusiasm as they describe how it looked like and how they enjoy their lives being a part of it.
However, to Raigon it was the contrary. It was not because he was not pleased with the answer. He is contented and satisfied with it and he would not trade it for anything else.
But to speak in truth was putting not just his life in danger, but his family and his fellowmen as well.
"So where do you live?" She repeated, this time with a knitted forehead.
He gulped as his chest tightened in response to her inquisitive appearance.
'I reside in the City of Terra. A hidden kingdom on top of that volcanic isle. The place where your parents died.'
'How could I tell you that?' Raigon contemplated as his eyes glanced elsewhere. His shoulders drooped and his walk became heavy.
