The city of the sun was well known for its farmlands. They worshiped the God of the Sun and soon named their city, Solarhills after the God.
Emily stood at the entrance of the city. Unlike its surroundings being farmland the city had the most beautiful technology in the world.
Emily's brown hair flew against the wind as a train passed her above. After all, Solarhills were the first city to fully utilise mana crystals.
Emily looked around the city in awe. Mana crystals were rare where she came from. The only time she saw was when a visitor came to the island to potentially sell their gear.
A smile appeared on her face as she remembers the leader of the temple of the Goddess of love running out of the temple and shouting at the visitor on how those without permission were not allowed on the island.
Emily later found out that the visitor sneaked into the island through the monthly supply ship.
Tears soon formed around her eyes as she remembered the people who were sacrificed by the Winterbornes.
Emily shook her head and began walking in a direction. After all, there was a reason why she was here.
Opening the door, Emily was met with the scar faced blacksmith she heard stories about.
"So miss, anything you need?" The blacksmith asked as he noticed her walk in.
"Do you have any longswords? Actually, any swords would be all right." Emily asked as she looked around.
"We do! Right this way, this one was just made a few days ago! Going on a adventure miss?"
"Something like that. Thank you."
After paying for the sword, Emily left. The blade shined bright against the sun above as she walked around the city.
One was off her list and she boarded the train for her next destination.