When Princess Verania Hastur of Galladoorn has to go to Tir Asleen to attend to her brother's wedding, she thought it would be a one week trip at most. But then, all of a sudden, the Prince of Tir Asleen is abducted, and she finds herself on a quest...
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Verania was woken up by her fiancé shaking her a tad violently.
Beware, my child, darkness is near. Follow the Chosen One and stop her from giving into the fear. Prevent the great war to come. Then, my successor you shall become.
The voice of the glowing woman from her dream echoed in her head.
"Sorry, but you're a really deep sleeper," Yan apologized. "Dove is gone."
Verania looked around, seeing that Yan was right. Dove and her white horse were both gone.
"Perhaps she decided to leave earlier. If you ride now, you should be able to catch up with her. If she didn't went home though, I suppose your excuse is gone."
"Maybe that's a sign, maybe I shouldn't go back."
"You're being irrational. You want to go, so go. It's now or never."
Yan sighed. "You're right, you're right. My mother needs me more than you do. Let me bring you to the Mothers' Gate at last, okay? I always wanted to see what's beyond. Just a little glimpse. I don't think I'll ever come this far out here again."
"If that's what you want," Verania shrugged.
They went back to the group and saddled the horses. It didn't take long until they reached the Mothers' Gate. It was an astonishing view.
The group went across the path and through the Gate, which was surprisingly unguarded.
"Where is everyone?" Boorman asked no one in particular.
"Armory's untouched," Jade observed. "If they fled, they went in a hurry."
"Guys," Kit said.
"They'd never abandon their post," Kase shook his head.
"Guys," Kit repeated, trying to get everyone's attention. "Look at this."
She took a step back to give them a better view. The wall was covered in letters of a foreign language. It was crimson red, just like blood.
"We stand at the threshold," Graydon translated. "We peer into the void. We bear witness to his glory. The Eternal One, the healer of worlds." The ground started to shake, making the horses nervous. "As he stirs from his deathless slumber deep below the surface, the Harbinger of the Wyrm will come," he continued and the ground shook heavier, then it just stopped.
