Chapter 8: Titanfall Town.
It wasn’t until noon the next day that Arah saw it.
Far ahead in the distance, past the swaying trees and endless waves of green grass, the faint outline of walls broke the horizon. At first, he thought his eyes were deceiving him, but no, those walls were real. They were massive. Even from so far away, they looked tall and thick.
’That was a town, not a city?’
As the caravan moved slowly forward, the buildings outside the wall began to take shape, rooftops peeking from behind the stone barriers, banners stationed above the massive wall fluttering weakly in the sun. The view was alien to him. He had seen countless cities and towns in his lifetime, but none were as strange as the one before him. This realm had a weird, agricultural design, but it didn’t make the buildings any less astounding.
He estimated that at the speed they were going, it would still be another hour before they arrived.
Arah shifted against the wooden wall he’d been resting on. His legs ached from sitting in the same position for too long, and his back had begun to itch from the rough surface, but it was nothing his mind wasn’t already used to.
He had spent most of the night trying to see if there was any compromise to his memory, but he’d found none. Other than the weird fact that he didn’t remember his old name, nothing else seemed affected.
"Morning, kiddo," came Kren’s voice from the other side of the caravan. "Sleep well?"
He didn’t answer right away, just blinked slowly, then faked a yawn and gave a small nod.
"I tried to."
Kren smiled, reaching into his bag. "Here, something for the road."