( continuation of Darren's point of view)
My father Trigor Grigor took the throne and my mom Elna took care of the people's welfare, by taking note of their needs and demands.
While those matters went on around, few months ago, before my grandpa's health gone worse, two refugees came to our land for shelter. My grandpa was busy with those traits at that time who allowed them in, to live one among us.
An old man and a kid were the refugees and my grandpa gave them seperate place of shelter, a small concrete house near the banks, as their home.
It was really hard for us to see them outside their house, who looked innocent and sympathetic accustomed only in their life not interfering in any of the matter of others.
My people pitied them, provided food and took care of them from time to time when they were free from work. Days rolled by, when things turned upside down in my country due to my grandpa's stubborness.
