The General looks out over the harbor as cargo ships sail out to Mythron, deep in thought as to the future of the Golden Empire.
About this creation
The past month had been eventful, to say the least. The Golden Empire had endured a great victory . . . as well as a great loss.
But they would get by. They always did.
"General Loda," a voice spoke up from behind her. "The supply ships should arrive in Mythron by nightfall."
She watched the vessels drift away on the sparkling waters and smiled to herself. "That should suffice. Thank you, Captain."
His footsteps receded and Reia was left alone once again, lost in her thoughts.
There was still so much to do. With the preparations for the Tourney under way, Pescado was bustling with people and colorful decorations. It seemed everyone had something to add to the festivities.
Reia left the balcony and hurried back inside.
It was Enalica's turn to host the greatest competition of the year . . . and they would not disappoint.
Yeah, no bonus pics. I'm too ashamed. :P Oh well, I posted something. And surprise, Jacob, the Tourney's being held in Pescado! Yayayayz!!! :DD Ahem. Storywise, this actually takes place after my finale. So yeah. The second sentence up there gives a teensy hint to some stuff. So stay posted . . . cuz the end is near. :P