The elder shook his head slowly, his wrinkled brow furrowing.
"I'm sorry. We left no written records. When the rivers of fire come without warning, survival is all we can manage. We have no habit of writing things down. Everything is passed by word of mouth, from elder to family head, from generation to generation. This place, Minoan village has never once been attacked by the Aeon, not since ancient times. But even so, the threat of the river of fire has always been with us. There is no place in this world that is truly safe."
Dominic frowned. "Even though the Aeon no longer exist on the surface, you still choose to live here, knowing the danger of the river of fire?"
