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| - The town of Shik is either seen as a wonderful colony or a violent mob of barbarians. The central square held many markets and was not a residential area, while the farther you went from the square, the more farm land you would see. Sharoz had a dome build over the entire continent to block the sun, this caused an excess amount of moisture and warmth. Everything that lived in Sharoz was nocturnal, the plants were actually one plant that grew in the center and had broken through the top of the dome. It blocked light from entering but it grew tall outside, distributing its photosynthesis with all the little offsprings, in return they gave it the water they absorbed and it uses that to grow more. If you were to hold a light to the ceiling of the dome you would see a pale green layer of leafs
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| - The town of Shik is either seen as a wonderful colony or a violent mob of barbarians. The central square held many markets and was not a residential area, while the farther you went from the square, the more farm land you would see. Sharoz had a dome build over the entire continent to block the sun, this caused an excess amount of moisture and warmth. Everything that lived in Sharoz was nocturnal, the plants were actually one plant that grew in the center and had broken through the top of the dome. It blocked light from entering but it grew tall outside, distributing its photosynthesis with all the little offsprings, in return they gave it the water they absorbed and it uses that to grow more. If you were to hold a light to the ceiling of the dome you would see a pale green layer of leafs and moss growing on it. The dome had been build thousands of years ago and was now slowly decomposing, but the vine has already molded into the dome’s shape so when the dome has fully decomposed the dome will be a coil of vines, sheltering the nocturnal animals and collecting sun light for the little plants. The little plants weren’t very little though, on the surface they were a few centimeters long, but their roots had grown through the crust of the earth and then they began to grow up to the dome, where they would join the coils of vines. On the shore where the dome isn’t covering because of the weakness of the beach’s foundation, the vines grow on the beach and delve into the sea to generate energy with the salt, not the sun’s light. The farm lands harvested the tiny grasses in light chambers that used crystals to generate the light, the sprouts would use this light to generate energy and send it to the mother plant. The farmers would pick a few leafs and roll them up to be sent to the markets. Because this process took a long time, the vegetation was very expensive, and the meat even more so, and so all the shadons eat are plants. "This is nice, I think Sharoz probably could be a nice place,” Elorn told Nero while inspecting one of the sprouts. "Are you happy you came with me?” Nero rhetorically asked, "But on other concerns, would you like a nicer and less expensive way of getting out of Sharoz?” "Maybe, what are you thinking of?” "Remember the mother plant I told you about?” This was another rhetorical question. "Well we could take a carriage near there, just off the restricted zone, and climb it. Once we reach the top we could slide down the dome.” Elorn's mouth was wide open. "That climb seems like it will be long, and the slide would be rough, but okay.” "Fikar will be in a trolley, and Neltor should do fine.” "All right, I’ll look forward to it,” only half-heartedly. "We should be going back, Neltor should be in some bandages by now and conscious.” "This was a good evening, the markets are nice.” "They are, but when you get, for Neltor’s sake, wait until tomorrow morning to talk with him.” "Okay.” And as the clock hands let the inner world know that outside the sun was setting, the tired workers and farmers set off to be with their families. Nero and Elorn set off down the road to the central square and only knew that it was late because Elorn was getting tired and the miniature clock towers along the road. As they walked down the road they saw all the nice things, to Nero they had always been beautiful, to Elorn they were just starting to be noticed. As they walked they heard footsteps behind them, Nero first and he was first to look back at who was following them. It was Dazanra. "I see you are still staying close with the runts, but where is the other runt?” Dazanra inquired. "Dazanra, I am no longer your enemy. I have been expelled from the guild of Zovna. We will be allies later on, I am going to another island to start my own guild, will you aid us or not?” Nero calmly replied without answering the question. "You will always be my enemy,” Dazanra responded. "Will that be the same when we find ourselves fighting the same army?” "Always.” "You will never be certain of that.” "Once we are enemies we will always be.” "Then when Zovna comes to ambush you, I will not be there.” "We will not be conquered.” "They still have my plans.” "You think you are the most important asset to them?” "I was truly the master, I let the master feel like he was free from the strings that held him in my grip.” "Then why are you expelled?” "I tugged to hard and he found a pair of scissors.” "Then you were planning on attacking us?” "You could say that, or that we were going to make you surrender.” "We would never.” "Then I leave in peace." Nero and his companions went back to the clinic, leaving Dazanra to ponder on it all.
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