Chapter 43

The commander

The commander passed between the barracks of the village, walking slowly overtook the structure created specifically for them, for all three commanders, placed in the center of the village.

People were standing in line in front of the counters of their home, waiting for the bag with daily food to be handed to them. The guards were preparing what they needed. Some were positioned behind wooden tables and were arranging bags with food in front of them, while other guards were busy maintaining order and checking that no one disobeyed or created chaos.

Everyone would be given food, regardless of who arrived first. It wasn't much, it wasn't enough for them, but the man couldn't do anything more. His hands were tied, there was no other way to help his people.

He and his cousin, in four years, had already done everything necessary so that the people of Cynemon could rise up and survive until they found a way to take them away from that cursed land.

Thanks to the friendship