M J sat on a roof of a large white old manison where she and her family now live at. It was located in the old part of Istas that was peacefully quiet. She was watching the stars up in the night sky when a scream reached her ears. Up ahead. MJ could just make out a crumbling tower in the outskirts. Jumping down to a balcony that led to her room,MJ grabbed her katana before heading out into the hallway.
The only thing that stops us from being Pangaean is not knowing or not caring. Mega pride in a singular country that you reside in, is a hindrance. You just have to remember from whence you came, You are Pangaean. We all are, lest we forget