When the locusts came to Orrivale, the streets looked deserted.
The locusts were large, the size of an adult palm.
The people stayed indoors, watching the locusts consume anything green. They were all aware that locusts had attacked the kingdom, especially since other areas in Amberale had experienced it first, but to actually experience it was a whole different feeling.
There wasn't much crops in the fields to begin with since Wilson had already stated how the crops were to be planted months earlier on ever since the first sighting of locusts in the West.
That way, they could harvest the crops in time before the famine hit them. That was why there wasn't much crops on the fields.
Even the crops in the Estate's farm had all been harvested.
Aristia stood in her room, looking out of the closed window at the locusts outside.
"They're finally here," she muttered.
Aristia placed her hand on her chest.
For some reason, her heart skipped a beat.
