The animan girl left the village moments after the pair had disappeared. If this was how the Lord of Cance allowed her citizens to treat animans, it would be stupid of her to stay any longer. She followed the road east, hoping it would take her to the Country Virgion. 734Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡsUltJTqHd9
She marched on and off the path for a few days, nearly getting caught twice by green armored Scorupion soldiers. If she were caught by their cold grasp, they would have killed her before she could blink. 734Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPMGPSgGvU4
Not having eaten more than a few insects for the past week, her stomach growled angrily. It was a pain she learned to ignore, focusing on reaching her destination rather than whining to the air of her hunger. Asking other travelers for spare food or drink was too risky; one could never tell who was friend or foe until it was too late. 734Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHhZCGGJc8o
As the occurrence of meeting a passerby became more frequent, and the woods slowly grated into a few strangling trees, she knew Virgion would be in sight soon. Impatiently, she took a whiff of the air. Virgions were famous for their bread and bakeries. But the air still smelt damp and terrain from the woods to her disappointment. 734Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMsRah0gLHe
As the road went on and the sun continued to descend, trees and shrubs disappeared completely to be replaced with fields of wheat. She stopped to stare in awe. There were miles upon miles of wheat ready for harvest. The blades danced happily in the wind together, creating earthen waves. She smiled at the sight of it. Surely this was a country where no one went hungry. 734Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡptABADqLq0
She walked ahead, still captivated by the fields. The blades rocked simultaneously, as if they were an ocean. Looking toward the road again, she caught sight of the city walls. She wasn't far from Virgion now and her stomach cheered urgently, pressing her to walk faster. When she made it nearer to the city’s gate, the wheat began disappearing. She stopped, curious to know the hardworking souls that would sickle and bundle this massive harvest. 734Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZMbU2pjr1N
A pair of glossy eyes stared back at her. The creature stopped and stood upright, ruffling his greasy feathers, his sickle held loosely in a winged arm. Most of his face was consumed by a sharp beak, and he cocked his head to the side almost a whole ninety degrees. 734Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtiM0v4vH6f
She turned away quickly, embarrassed for staring at the man, but on the other side of the road was a woman who croaked, a basket in her mucus-membraned hands. The young girl blinked slowly, but when she opened her eyes, the woman had hopped away to tend the fields. She looked out toward the others who worked alongside the two. Everyone here was Animan. Slowly, one by one, they stopped their work and stared intently at the girl. It was as if she were an odd creature, weirder than their hoofed feet or backward knees. 734Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡynLct9nryH
She was starting to think they were right. 734Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTkvBb6A2pH
Turning her gaze to the ground, she pulled the priest boy's cardigan tighter over her chest and made her way into the Capitol walls.
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