In Athens, one of the few cities that still retained their archaeological beauty and had minimum destruction throughout the past century due to the little number of dungeons that opened up in this city, people went about their lives with smiles on their faces.
This was country of Greece, known for having the smallest number of dungeon outbreaks, and it was even more obvious in their capital, Athens.
Andreas, a blonde-haired man in his early forties, with his wife, Zoe, came out of their home with their kids. A boy and a girl, with the boy, George, being the older and the girl, Sofia, the last child.
She was eight while George was eleven.
"Who's excited for today?" Andreas beamed.
"Beach day!" Sofia stretched her tiny hands into the air, her cheeks puffing up as she smiled widely, exposing her small teeth.
Andreas, her father, turned to his wife. "Didn't you tell them?"
"I did." Zoe chuckled.
