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(New part under the Realism heading, in effect as of now. Read it if you haven't.)

Animia

Coal island was the mountainous island of Nara. It had all of the resources to survive, and even though food was scarce, trading steel and and heavy armour was worth it. Animia had lost track of how long she had stayed at the island, but her solo settlement was nearly complete. She lived in a two-story house that she had built herself on the top of the mountain, and had high walls built around the two top areas of the mountain. One area had her chicken and deer, as well as a storehouse, and another area had her magnificent farm of berries, apples, and cotton. It was hard to believe that she had done it all by herself.

She had had help, and he was standing in his hut, out of the rain. Ambroscus had been the first Crysos Warhorse that she had found, and he had bonded with her quickly. His long horn glowed in spots, as well as the tips of the mountain-like markings on his sides. His hut was right outside of the doors to her house, and he was able to put his head inside the door, as he was too tall to get through it.

Animia was looking out toward Mainland, and the rest of the islands. On any other day, at this time, she would have been taking Ambroscus out on a run, but with the rain, it was too risky. Even though he had lived forever in the mountains (as he was a rare immortal), Animia still didn't trust herself to ride when the paths were slippery.

She turned to look down at the grey horsewhose horn was sticking out from the hut. When she turned back, she got the adrenaline high, seeing that there was a ship fast approaching her island. She stood up, trying to contain her emotions within herself, but she knew that she had five minutes to arm herself and Ambroscus to defend their territory.