The people in Scyl started getting more and more restless as months ticked by behind the huge walls that boxed in their village. What used to be a lively community had turned gloomy and frustrated. The King's orders had cut the village off from the outside world, and most families couldn't make a living anymore. Quiet complaints spread around like sparks, threatening to light up into full-blown rebellion.
Dads, husbands, and sons who had been working outside the village before the walls came up were heartbroken when they tried to come home. At the gates, desperate to see their families, they were stopped cold by the guards, who blocked their way with sharp spears.
"You can't come in," one guard said firmly, though the unease on his face showed he wasn't happy about it.
The men begged, their voices full of emotion. "We're from Scyl! Our families are in there! You can't just lock us out!"
