74 Calamity (2/2)

Gregory sighs and asks, ”What do you guys think?”

Anna shakes her head, ”I have no idea.”

Arron frowns, ”We already talked, and there are only two people who might have a guess.”

”One is asleep for the winter, and the other is nowhere to be seen,” Gregory surmises.

Anna shrugs, adding, ”It may even be Elanor who brought on this attack. Or it's just something that happens in the Unbroken lands.”

Gregory looks around at the mix of fearful faces. 'Only a few of us can handle this kind of stress,' he concludes. ”Alright, everyone. We've been here for quite some time, so I think we should be fine,” Gregory announces. Gregory then turns to Wilbur, ”How goes the plan? Are the axes and saws done?”

Wilbur shakes his head while holding his Donna in his right arm. ”Almost but,” he replies while giving his daughter a squeeze.

”I understand you're worried about your daughter, but we need those tools. We need to start building more permanent homes and looking towards the future,” Gregory reminds everyone.

Wilbur harrumphs making his black beard flutter. ”I'll do it tomorrow.”

Gregory nods, ”Fine we'll rest for today. Everyone stay close and try to relax.”

Anna looks over at Franklin and orders, ”Alright we've eaten we should get some practice in today.”

Franklin kicks his feet on the ground and complains, ”But we're supposed to relax.”

”We've already missed morning training. That's enough,” Anna says with a stern voice.

”Fine,” Franklin gives in with slumped shoulders.

Slowly the villagers regain their composure, and over the next few months they fell trees and reinforce their houses. By time spring starts to invade the winter, the village has already begun to transform from a refugee camp to a real community. It now has planks along the ground, so they don't have to trudge through mud. The shacks no longer have holes, and they've even begun building new homes to replace the run-down shacks.