The skies over Aznur were just as gloomy and dull as they had been for the past few days, it constantly seemed as if there were a storm looming over the city, and the citizens often looked nervously to the sky, nervous about the clouds that were so uncertain as to whether they would rain or not.
A young boy, barely twelve years, played on the docks of Aznur, which could be found slightly west of the Imperial Palace, a cleft within the peninsula that naturally afforded the ships that came into harbor protection from the elements.
A pair of boom towers stood at each side of the opening of the bay, standing strong like sentinels. These towers would be able to raise a heavy boom chain, which would sit just under the surface of the water and prevent ships from sailing in or out of the harbor.
