“So, this is it? The Piranha Lane, huh!” I huffed as I rubbed my palms together, whether in excitement or due to icy winds, I couldn’t tell. Whatever it was, it was certainly awe-worthy.
I chuckled at Zogura who snorted shaking his wings tiredly as I took in the calming scenery from a distance. It was a long flight from the Aprameya to the volcano. (It had taken us more than seven long hours of navigation through heavy moving clouds) However, the trouble was worth it—when we spotted the small twinkling village which was dispersed in the centre of the ditch like an oasis in the desert.
Amid fresh dawn, it was luminous of life—unworthy, it might be. It was Piranha Lane, our destination.
“Seems so! Did you hear it? The rhythm? Even the wind sings happily here and they call it forb
