Writing Prompt

I was born...

As a native Chernian, my island was relatively unknown until the ‘nekzarik’. Let me paint you a picture:

The island was poor, but as it was poor there was no one to compare to. Everyone was in and around a similar level of wealth, so we suffered and celebrated together. The cities were filled with what we needed but not much entertainment, so as a child the main source of exploration was of the v...