Quill Willowbill : Journey to Terrestra
Hodonia. The only country that Hodons knew exists was a place of peace and plenty.Over the years, Hodons stay from being a hunter and fieldmen but never a fisherman for all of them feared of falling into an unknown sea dimension.
Hodons believe that Monouen is but a flat world and the edge of the sea is peril. They were no adventurers nor sailers bound to find another place for bounty.Black are all of the hues of their eyes for they inherited it from their powerful ancestors; Hedon and Artemis. It was also their basis for superiority and wealth. A basis of a true bloodline of Hedon.
But as far as the peace and plenty had endured, time has come to weaken the hold of prosperity amongst Hodons. Because of the sickness of seduction that ruins them, their numbers were beyond the count of stars that food become instantaneously scarce. A once green and verdant plains of Gymras turns into a dried land with no more of a green specks of plants. Sand almost coming out of the Southeastern Hodonia turning the Gymras into Desert. The city of Gymras, the Garon and its people flee to Meso and there lived. But the Desert were little by little gnawing the remaining green fields as years fled, the sand of Gymras continues to scatter. Woes were born when many children possessed different color of their eyes. There were blue such as the morning sky, green as the trees, brown as the bark and yellow as the sun.
Soon enough, since their numbers were beyond expected and their green lands were pestered by the growing burdens of desert, the King of Hodonia, Ponchio, ordered his kinsmen to eliminate people that posseses different color of eyes until it became a tradition. Once captured, they will tie them into the trunk of a boat and let the edge of the sea swallow them whole. And never did they come back nor one follow the castaways to tell whether they lived.... But the King and Hodons knew, deep within the merciless part of their hearts, they were all dead.
Black_Cypress · Fantasy
