The Moga Liberty Chronicles 1: A Changed World

I sat down on the balcony of the Fortress northern wall. It looked out to Loc Lac's direction, to the place where Fatalithe had invaded. Black smoke always rose from that dreaded place now. It was nothing but fear and hate. I thought about how the world had been so long ago; nothing was like it was now.

My old home, Tremrho Village, was destroyed save for some minor houses. The Central Sea had massive ships full of nasty things from other places, poisoning the water. The Flooded Forest had begun to rot and decay and drain, with no hope of survival. I wished so badly to take a nice walk through the woods...but that would never happen in this time.

A reporter ran to me on a horse, carrying a message. He said slowly, in gasping, exasperated breath, what the message read. I was to be at a meeting right at that moment.