Tapiwa stood mid-air with a serious expression on her face and sweat dripping off her forehead with her hands spread as several colors of energy could be seen coming out of them while flying towards a dark shed which unfortunately covered the skies of her kingdom.
It's been days since she was at it, and she was getting tired and weak. However, whenever she thought of the people standing below her, on their knees and continuously praying and supporting her with their energies, she knew that stopping would only put the kingdom in danger.
All this mess started a few days ago.
In Marathold Kingdom, it was mid-winter and everyone was living peacefully.
With the majority of the resources brought from the outside, even in winter, everyone was working hard, even though it was for short hours.
People had food and meat to eat every single day. There were warm clothes and blankets to wear. The winter was less stressful than the first.