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Original X-roads-2003
Meanwhile in the Present…
Casandra had the entire continent secured after a few months time and extra back up from Chasarue’s forces.
There were no more attacks on women, the lawlessness was down to petty crimes. Shops and markets were reopening in all the cities. The fields were being tended again, and the mines were closed.
General well being was slowly being restored. It would take years for the victims to be able to sleep at night, if ever. Casandra had patrols on the city streets, and closed the ports at night.
It did not take long for the news of what had happened to spread. People began to load themselves on boats, then set sail to this new safe haven. Every person thinking selfishly of themselves as the rushed to the new land.
Not a single one of them stopped to think that there would not be enough crops growing to sustain them. They brought no food with them to last a year, or a month, or even a day. Yet the continent they sailed to had been under siege for years, the crops had not been tended regularly in all that time. Now there was only enough food to sustain the people who lived there already, with none to spare for others.
Not a single selfish migrant stopped to think that there would be no work for them there. They assumed these people would willingly take them into their arms, as they leeched off the successful. They were cowards, fleeing their homelands like recths because they were unable to achieve safety in their own lands. They had to stand on the shoulders of others because they were inadequate in their own lives.
Dybin despised them, the whole lot were akin to locusts or leeches. Parasites she called them on a good day, on a bad day she called them far worse. She saw the boats off the coastline heading towards the shore.