Fan Casting Land of Ghis

Do you hear the cry of the crows approaching? Wars are like life, they come and go over time. But sometimes, in the middle of a thunderstorm breaks out. This was what Ghis’s land needed, a bit of a break from too many storms. So life resumed after the Three Nations War, in a new way: Isbern, Elpidie and Al'Ramil walked together now. Trade flourished, each people discovering foodstuffs of which their land deprived them. It was as if the world lit up in its new birth. I saw the market places swell with new stalls, smiles hanging on the lips like so many lights in the hearts of the people. A new era was dawning, much brighter than the previous ones. But do you hear the cry of the crows? Peace is like life, it comes and goes over time. I fear for my country and for its recently acquired balance. What if it was all just a breath in a sentence, a little pause, before it all bursts out again? I hear the crows, me, in the night. They bring bad omen with their black wings, I can tell. The tide is turning, and I fear the peace is too fragile to resist.