An Elf's Tale, Part 41

The Kingdom of Astra was unlike anything she had ever laid her eyes upon before. It was a sight, a visage, that even the most intricate of illustrations or the most descriptive words had completely failed to capture. 

A grand metropolis spanning far and wide in every direction, teeming plentiful with the most extravagant amalgamation of human constructs and design. Winding tall buildings dwarfing even the length and size of some forests, with districts separated by large canals connected by great archways, and boats a common commodity of transportation used to navigate the maze-like patterns of the capital's layout.

High above, far in the distance spired the kingdom's Magus tower, more vast and grander than any she had seen prior, and there right beside it, stands the mighty walls of royalty, a large, lavish castle soaring above it all, like the highest peak of a mountaintop, a distinguished mark of human dominance looming over the entire kingdom.