Imprisoned
Jurion and the horde arrived at the outskirts of the mountains, so remote and hidden that they traversed long distances of perilous journey.
"Hurry up before the cold come upon us." The general pointed out as they entered a huge gate made of natural trees.
Jurion wondered what kind of cold is he talking about. The villagers hurriedly ran towards the encampment.
Several officers looking trunics guided the people inside wooden buildings. As soon as the houses were filled they closed the door shut.
"Please come with me." A deep indifferent voice of the general. Not even batting an eye to Jurion and his group.
They lead to a larger building much like an old Japanese architecture from planet earth.
More soldiers in gleaming armors holding spears guarded the area. Inside the structure were candles made of wood emitting a purple flame.