The City of Infernia was not like any other city

It was a city of light almost as if heaven was raining down upon that city if words were to speak of it then, even the words would not do justice to it. Of course and it was bound to be after all it was a historic village though modernised with time it's vintage still remained.

The crisp yellow sun came out drifting the smell of the heavenly scent of fresh flowers from afar within the air. As the cars drove by carefully it would fuel the fragrance and aroma of the earth through one's nostrils. It would almost be like getting your bed and laying upon the streets.

It was a place of bustling happy people. Fresh selling market places. Clean streets, homes smelling of freshly baked food. Families gathering around having a laugh, pick pockets being taken care of in the far corners you could all around see that the Duke of the city was doing a very good job at keeping the place more than good, up and running. On one end you could see the beautiful green mountains standing proud and tall, reminding us that it's through nature we made our very homes almost like a reminder for us not to forget.

Walking a bit further down, in a more tranquil place where you can hear the rustling of the fresh green leaves swaying from side to side mixing with the sound of a strong stallions hooves galloping loud and fast across the racecourse with a young maiden sitting proudly on the horses back with a look of determination mixed with a touch of innocence to finish the race. of course that too bare back with no saddle with the daring and thrilling young lady that she was who was there to deny her thrill.

A throat clearing sound was heard just when the stallion came to an elegant stop from having a majestic slow gallop of victory. "Young miss your dear aunt is requesting for your presence".