"He is treading the prophecy foretold of the ancients!" One of the adults said as everyone became noisy due to their words.
The village chief does not want to confirm it, but he has to. Because the young Cara is indeed heading to the foretold fate their ancestors have passed down to them. The time for them to make a choice between seeking a new home or the descendents of the ruler whom they sworn their loyalty and services with.
Their village in all that they are, are just refuges in the long past. They are victims of social injustice and bad leadership of their land's owner. Abused and used to their last usefulness, until a queen of blazing red hair and molten golden eyes gave them liberation.
