[A Village Lyoren of Sanctuary – POV of a Kid named Riky from the Streets]
Riky was bored. The village called Lyoren was equally as beautiful, if not more, than he remembered from his memories—it was just too empty now. Many of the original villagers, along with them, had returned, and the village was slowly getting its people back, but even if it was full, for Riky it would never be anything comparable to the city of Sanctuary.
They had a home. Ely and he had cleaned it perfectly by now. But there was no job. They never had land to do farming, and even if they did, neither Riky nor Ely knew anything about farming. Their father was a hunter, and he had not passed on his skills to them. So even doing that was too dangerous for them.
