Five years had gone by since that day, Chernus was now ten. His parents had taken him out of school to uphold the house-hold whilst they were having frequent visits from potential investors for their company. His family were in the rare goods industry, unfortunately their country rarely had foreign visits from over the sea which meant a limited amount of investors.
Aldenya was a small continent in the middle of the Red Dragon Sea; particularly known as a trading outpost during the Quentillian war. The Quentilians were the brutes of their time, they had the biggest weapons stock, food stock and Military personal count in the world. The Aldenyan army’s measly 2000 troops were a speck of dust in comparison and we won’t even talk about the outdated… no, prehistoric weapons they used, I mean I hardly consider a recurve bow and a pocket knife modern.
Chenrus was house bound every day of the week, he had no friends and since two years ago had not been outside for more than an hour. He longed to find a way out of this situation and run free under his own rules, he could do so if he sourced just a phew more ingredients the construct his teleporting machine. But how long it would take to do so? He didn’t know…
