#Chapter39

We reached the village of gold I had left behind. Everything was looted away, all that remained were ruins of houses I was once familiar with. Even after five years, I remember these streets. I reached the cottage. Everything was laying on the floor, rancid and trashed.

"We might consider cleaning this place before actually starting to live here," I said.

"How will we clean all this?" Gaël asked.

"Like this," I clipped my fingers and everything but the walls turned to water and flushed out through the cottage. The walls turned to wood and so did the floor. I felt my stomach grumbling, "Food,"

I went out, plucked...