*Arkyn’s POV*
Once again the vehicle stopped and I groaned at the sudden jerk. I was pulled out of the vehicle unceremoniously and hissed as the wound to my side felt like it reopened. My body was slowly regaining its senses, and I was able to at least stand without collapsing. I looked around in surprise, taking in the view before me. There was a large castle before me, a literal castle. The flags were partially torn as they swung in the air from the gust of wind that blew around us. I surveyed the area, and noticed abandoned homes and businesses.
Looks like we parked right in the middle of what would be considered their business district? Everything looked so barren and abandoned. How did the people of Silver Moon pack live before the tragedy that befell them seventeen years ago?
