Chapter 11

South Morun is slightly terrifying.

These people look rough and mean, and the buildings are tall and forbidding. I still have to remind myself that this is not a dream and that I am in a foreign place.

The sun is bright and shines overhead, fending off the chill of the morning.

Venders in a large market overtake the train station, the smell of spices and dried meats fill the air. Large contraptions with spinning gears make loud screeches as it powers the market's energy. People are yelling, dogs are barking, and women are shouting at their kids. It's dusty, the horses and carriages are so much different than Copper City's sleek technology. The train's engine is loud as it cools off, the steam rising into the sky.

It's like leaving Toyko and going to a dark Texas.