“I’m getting used to this shaking. I hate it though when they happen at night. I can’t sleep properly and then I’m tired in the morning.” Kleoniki commented to her sister. The morning was bright and warm. The ships, sailing for their destinations, could be seen far below the jagged cliffs on the Aegean Sea Island
Emmate was tired, the soles of his feet were callused and his stomach growled incessantly from hunger. The trek across the steep hills and valleys was an arduous exercise in survival. But, he had made it to this little town deep in the transitional forest with just enough energy to seek help and a reprieve.