After two grueling weeks at sea, Asher finally felt solid ground beneath his feet. He stepped off the creaky wooden floorboards of the ship and onto the sturdy wooden slats of the landing boat.
The ship, too large to navigate the shallow waters, had dropped anchor offshore, forcing Asher and the others to transfer to smaller boats to reach the shore.
As Asher's feet touched dry land once more, he felt a sense of relief wash over him, the sound of the waves and the cries of seagulls replacing the incessant creaking of the ship's floorboards.
This was the same place he met the golden rider but the mighty trees that once crowded his sight were almost gone.
Few were left giving the forest an aesthetic look. The shares sprawled over the forest, allowed a little bit to sunlight to pierce through.
The fallen trees were laid on one side, hundreds of 10 foot wide trees articulately arranged, awaiting the day for the construction of the city ship.
