We walked westward from ruined Goodbrine seeking for Burrowbee. I knew this village sat on the coast. I hoped that they survived. The village still stood. They were untouched. No giant had trampled. We spoke of our plight and begged for aid. We wished to settle here. They’d heard of the news, giant wrought strife and welcomed us within. We had to agree to serve their king and defend the village. Our lives on the line this we did swear to fight and die for him. No longer a queen lost everything this, the turmoil of life. Burrowbee had food ocean supplied enough to sustain us. Over the next week more people came seeking safety and food. Their homes were ravaged. They begged to join and pledged themselves like me. They helped with fishing and lobster traps, building and guarding too. Hostile folks arrived hunting raiders wanting to eat for free. Food was plentiful the ocean gave, with work to be had too. No pledge would they give, only violence. The guards and I slew them.
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