[Realm: Álfheimr]
[Location: Munchkin Country]
"Road of yellow brinks?"
Puck's brows furrowed as she read the name aloud from a wooden sign embedded firmly into the ground. The sign itself looked strangely pristine—smoothly carved and the lettering sharp as if it had been etched yesterday.
Beneath it, the path split.
Yellow bricks stretched out in two distinct directions, branching away. The road to the east looked more inviting. Not because it was safer, but because it looked as though it had been used. It seemed like people still walked it.
And far in the distance, even under dull skies that seemed determined to choke the color out of the world, there was a city alight with emerald brilliance. Its towers—tall and angular—caught the small amount of light from the hidden sun and threw it back in vivid flashes. It simply looked unreal, as though something was painted on the horizon.
Puck stared.
