Iron Valley: Linney's Campaign
Your New Life Is About To Begin…
It wasn't so much a decision as it was a necessity. It was also stated in the– don’t think about the letter, don’t think about the letter, don’t think about the letter –that I will find answers in Iron Valley. Whatever the questions were. The letter wasn’t really a source of information but a new wave of doubts. And I don’t like doubts.
So I barely grabbed a few things and looked for the fastest way to reach there. The letter– don’t think about its content, don’t think about its content, don’t think about its content –had some urgency that I wasn’t able to postpone. And not soon enough I was at the farthest city reachable by train. And then, at the farthest town reachable by bus. And why the hell is so hard to reach Iron Valley? I even took a cart, but still had a three-hour walk through a forest in which halfway I pondered the possibility of it being cursed or something because no one wanted to take me to the other side. It didn’t seem cursed. Until it started to get chilly.
Nothing happened, though, and when I got out I found out why it was so chilly. It’s cloudy, and if the wet grass can be taken as a witness of something, it rained not long ago—thank goddess for the leafy canopy. Though according to the black clouds of the south, it will rain not long from now. I should have looked at the weather before coming…
Iron Valley, finally, isn’t that far. Protected by a forest at both sides, a mountain behind –that’s why I was only able to reach it through the forest, huh–, and a wildflowers field in front. The place that should have all the answers—a thunder rumbles across the whole clearing, taking me by surprise—if only I reach there before the storm.