Struggle's End - Part 1
In daylight, the city of Linan smoked from the ruins of hundreds of ruined structures.
But below the silence of the scattering clouds, the People moved earth and stone as they worked to clear the ruins. In places where the destruction had not visited, they smiled with newfound strength and understanding. In other places, solemnity permeated the air with the counting of the dead.
They worked through the sense of loss. Through fear and strife.
Not a coin was spent during the Interstice, as the necessities of life were given freely to all who worked to rebuild the city. From every corner of Aviye came trucks laden with supplies, and to every corner, they returned with those who would speak the news of what happened there. Sharing the strength they had been given to cultivate. Sharing the song that they had heard.