Gather ’round, it’s time for another simple story from Friday Fictioneers.
It was the perfect place to settle. The land lent itself to carefully carved tiers, expanding the area where we could farm.
Cutting into the hill also brought an additional sense of security. We could see the soldiers approaching long before they realized the slope wasn’t a simple climb – and before the traps were set off.
The kingdom may have crumbled on the other side of the road, but its ideals were alive and well here. It is here we would make our stand. It is here we would fight.
It is here, gods willing, that we would survive.
But first: breakfast.