We were at the border of the village where the nan thought was an acceptable place to make up the light of sticks.
They all took the sticks out and pointed to the ground and the light grew up until set a bulb overhead. Whatever this magic was, it could only stop the darkness because rain and snow still could cross it.
"How long does it take for the throne to answer us?"
I asked Ramina.
"Conceivably, two or three days if the bird can reach them. Are you nervous?"
I saw her being nervous.
"I don't know, I am confused, my life was entirely different and I wasn't ready for the many changes."
"We have the same feeling." She peeked at the ghouls and the light around us.
Something roared and everyone stepped backward. Surely, it wasn't the sky! The sound was coming from the Bronze mountain.
"What is that?" She asked.
