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Chuuya sat alone on the cliff off a hill - any noise apart from soft wind having passed.
Long below him lay the small town of Colmar, behind him was something else.
'The Waste' they called it. But to Chuuya, it was his home.
Low beneath him was emerald grass fields and countless rice water paddocks.
The sun shimmered up the grass, and the wind would brisk it smoothly to one side, so from where Chuuya sat, it all gave the illusion the world was tilted.
One could almost say, that, the 'waste' wasn't the right name for it at all.
Not with the beautiful shade of blue that painted above the towns in the valley; the smog making its own cloud of grey.
From where Chuuya sat, so high up, the grey looked miniscule compared to the endless infinity of sapphire blue.
The land looked like patchwork, or at least, the part that surrounded the town. Farmland was separated by thick lines of grass.
Though, instead of barren, each section looked lush.
Wheat paddocks were a delectable gold by this time of year, and totora bushes were in flower.
Distantly, far down from where Chuuya sat, he could imagine the sounds of the hustle and bustle in the town. Colmar sat just outside the edge of the Waste.
Come to think of it - the only reason it was called the Waste was the magic that lit up and flourished around these parts. It scared the humans, apparently.
That, and the emptiness of it all. No one dared to make a town in the waste. Well, not yet.
The waste was a large, unexplored range of hills, mountains, gigantic trees, and cold waterfalls.
It housed the land's magic, you could say.
Chuuya, was not an exception.
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