Zeratrobia - Soire's Quest
My story is set in a troublesome time in the realm of Zeratrobia. It is a beautiful and magical place. When it is day the yellow sunshine pours like liquid gold over the pinnacles of the snow-capped mountains. At night’s approach the three moons ride the purple sky and the mountains sparkle. Down in the valley where I live the river Dar burbles its welcoming chatter. The grass is emerald green and the trees rise majestically upwards straining their uppermost branches towards the havens.
We named our town Ballinakill, which means “wooden town”. It had been a peaceful place until the invaders from the north arrived, plundering and killing innocent folk. Torrison, our leader, had died defending the townspeople. The invaders were ruthless and after slaughtering most of our men, they removed all our wealth. Then they set fire to our houses and crops and robbed our food stores.
