Sixty three years ago… I can’t see. What’s going on? Am I dead? No, I don’t think so, that’s good at least… I can’t open my eyes. What’s up with that? I can’t feel my arms… How about my legs…? No, nothing. Something feels coarse around my body. Wait, I feel something? That’s good. I’m definitely alive. Where am I? …Who… am I? I can’t seem to remember. I don’t think now is the time to worry about that. I have to figure of what to do, why I can’t move and where I am. With the coarse texture of what has enveloped around me, which could probably be what’s keeping me pinned. I think I’m buried under something, sand. How long have I been under here? And why am I not dead, let alone not suffocating? Okay how is this happening? That’s good—Don’t get me wrong I’m not complaining or anything but… Is this even possible? That’s the least of my problems now. Since I am alive it stands to reason that I must find a way out of this grave… but how, if I can’t even move my anything? I’ll

The horizon was lit with a bright orange-pink glow as the sun was about rising ushering in the beginning of a new day in the desert town. This should have been the time that desert town was already bustling, yet for some reason it was silent, empty. The feeling was like that of a ghost town. Not even a single soul was up about their usual morning routines. At a glance it felt like the place had just been abandoned, although it didn’t exactly feel like a ghost town, there was a certain calm to it. A calm that wasn’t there before, only unavoidable tension. As the morning became brighter and the sun rose higher in the sky the state of the ruin remained unchanged. It felt even more void of life. Just like that the sun went down and night came, cold as usual. The stone lamps which were hanged the previous night, had been left on throughout the day had made their glow now faint and gave an appearance contrasting to the feeling which should be. The place looked eerie but it was still calm

It’s been five days since I left the ruin—being in that place really scrambled up my thoughts, I hardly knew what was going on, felt I was being suppressed in some way thinking about consequences at every turn—and Iya followed. Yes Iya! The name came to me a few days back though I haven’t given it to her. As much as I hate to, not wanting her to get to attached to me I can’t have calling her little one every time. After all Allora said she was nameless. Why bother naming her? Perhaps it was a sense of responsibility for having hurt her? … I doubt it. I have no idea where—direction-wise—I’m heading but back there this was the last thing I had asked Lreen before going at Kein. Where the bounty I had gotten from Taro was issued and about ‘port town, Erndt’. I was clueless about the directions he gave but from his gestures I got the general location of the place. He said the bounty was issued somewhere up north, a kingdom, Avd’elisi. My assumption was right. A kingdom? Honestly can’t

And just like that he left. She let out a sigh. “What a strange boy.” The air around him was mystifying as it was ferocious. His eyes without life, his expression lacking in emotion. He was blank. His presence was both terrifying as it was soothing. For someone at his age to have such impressive atmosphere around him, he must be really something. She thought. “But what do I tell this little one?” Born into this world only to know hardship. It changes everyone… but for a child to have such a calm demeanor even though knowing the harshness of the world is truly amazing. These two really are something. She continued in thought. But she couldn’t help but wonder what pain the little girl had gone through to be able to cope with her current predicaments and the ones that were yet to come. She knew, for everyone: that the world has taken something from them. “How would she react learning of his departure?” She was a child and in due time she would forget, she’s still a child after all

He titled his head a little and his expression softened, yet the expression he wore; the gently smile that almost looked caring and his soft gaze made him look even more sinister. “N—” Before he could say a word a hand had grabbed his neck from behind. The power in the grip prevented any word from escaping and lifted him off the floor. In his line of sight one of his persecutors was missing, the werehyena. Allora’s eyes shot open. The gnome struggled as he tried to free the grip around his neck. Slowly suffocating. Allora couldn’t take her eyes off the scene unfolding before her… She blinked… “What’s going on?” A sense of forebode came over her. What’s going on? “How am I supposed to know?” Came the reply. Are they really going to kill him? “We can’t just sit here and do nothing?” Suddenly she voiced out. Lira quickly grabbed her before she could make a move. ”Are you crazy! That is just what we are going to do.” She panicked, her breath becoming haggard. “Why!? Should I s