Unknowing that warfare was occuring within the Emerald Realm, and unknowing that the confrontation between death and gold raged on without stop… Time passed quickly for those living in peace.
Eleven years flew by for the people of the Peaceful Realm, no crisis had to be faced, no sudden death occurred, everything was just moving forward smoothly, old wounds remained, but they were being soothed every single day that passed.
The faces of most people did not change that much even during that time, most were people of great power, and this caused them to seemingly remain perfectly youthful even as the years went on, really, those who were seeing change were the children, they were growing up at a steady pace.
When looking at her children, Helena still viewed them as the small baby that she had once held in her arms, little things that needed attention and affection, but now, her eldest was a twenty years old grown woman, and she looked a whole lot like Milo.
