The Bourbon Town,
The scene was picturesque somewhere near the coach of the eastern part of the Eastern Muxia Continent. It was an exquisite evening as the soft and frisky gale would travel far and wide, along with the small waves of water hitting the rocky shore.
Approximately a mile from the coastline, a large golden bird whose body was a sparrow, its head was a parrot, and its talons were eagle-like, chirped melodiously as it soared through the red sky and touched the surface of the water reflecting the dazzling light from the setting of the sun. Followed by a flock of birds with different species, it flew toward the town which was built above the rocky mountain.
Perching on the top of the tower, it continued singing a beautiful song along with the monotonous chirping sounds of its peers, reminding the whole town of the cusp of the day.
"Ring the bell!" A hoarse male voice spoke in Sanskrit.
