Never more the sun shone over Plutora yet a faint crowing in the distance signaled a new morning. Hanging lanterns across the bollards still burning oil lit an eery long and narrow path over the bridge and out of sight into the woods. I could no longer delay my journey as heaps of thick snow was beginning to cover everything in sight and barricading the door to my hideout. With all my might pushed open a strong gust of icy wind. Usual for Plutora a rather dead planet with its sun rising once every millionth year. The Queen had banished almost all its populants all who refused to conform to Platora’s new leaders command, banning all Platorians from smiling over the age of 12.

I had to get moving. If I were to still be found in Queen Xerxas kingdom it would mean my head and I knew her brigade would soon be passing through.