Chapter One Hundred and Eleven

Until all hell attacked. 

Life had always been all good to me. Our town was a small one compared to others, but it was a town where the little spirit called 'peace' reigned. The people of Beladonia made it so  peaceful. Various kinds of soul of generous, loyal and respectful people. From the old men and women, down to the little children. The kingdom feast held every year during the first week of winter was always a magical one. Foods and drinks from the nobles were always surplus, even enough for travellers from other kingdoms. We danced all day long as we celebrate the peacefulness of winter. It was always a day to remember because everyone of us usually had a role to play in the celebration. 

  The yearly winter celebration day was always fun not because of the drinks and foods we had, but because of the relationship that dwelled among the people of the community.

  Then there were the keepers. They claimed to be the keepers and restorer