Gilded Bay i forgot my passport

the claim ford spoke of sparked some interest in him. what hogo saw was just sand, sand, and more sand. there was something charred in the distance, a great contrast from this place. other than that, he saw nothing. stormrift could be that dark land, but that just didn’t feel right. stormrift sounded more grand than a black smudge on the earth. it sounded like some garden of eden in a new world. maybe he was looking to deep into it.

the question was not answered straight away. hogo was hesitant. the events that led up to the evacuation were hard enough to think of as it is. he didn’t want the world to know his story, so he lied. “it was far yeah,” he started, “i wanted to be more independent, so i left.” that’s what normally happened to adolescents right?