In the world of Valterra, where ancient forces of light and darkness clash, the Primordials awaken. Marcus, a seasoned warrior, embarks on a perilous quest to unite a group of extraordinary beings known as the Primordials to face the Dark and its mi...
Avosa left with her uncle the very next morning, they both felt there was no need to prolong their departure. There were still tears and smiles and lots of hugs between she and her parents before they left. It didn't really feel like she was leaving home, more like going on an adventure from which she would return. She'd see them again, she promised them both she would.
The pair traveled on horseback. Avosa's parents had given her Chariot, though Marcus had left her parents with enough coin to purchase a new horse. He rode his black mare, named Dot.
Their journey began North up Squire's Road. Part of her was thrilled; she was finally on the open road like she always wanted to be with her dad, but now the thought of her father only brought her pain. She didn't let on before she left, but she still felt hurt by the secrets her parents kept from her. More so her father, for never letting her go anywhere. Even though she now realized it wasn't because her dad wanted her to take care of the farm, it was because he feared what would happen if Avosa was discovered. Would leaving now put him at risk?
She looked at Chancellor Marcus Thane for a hint of comfort, though saw only a stranger. She wondered if this Chancellor felt the same way about her and why she was never told she had an uncle. This stranger had said some crazy things about what he thought Avosa was born to do and who she was going to become.
Avosa didn't really believe they were related, she knew her father and mother had no brothers, so who was this man to her?
It still felt a bit like a dream. The sun shone down from a clear blue sky and as far as she could see was the green of the meadows and the violet glens far off in the distance. She wasn't sure she wanted to wake up. She'd never been this far away from home.
"We'll make camp here tonight." Marcus surveyed the area with a quick look around and then dismounted his horse. He led his mare by the reins off the dirt path and up into a clearing tucked away behind a small hill. The earth was scorched and damp. Other travelers must have stopped and had a fire there not too long ago.
This was already the third night made camp. There hadn't been much conversation between the two of them yet. Avosa didn't really know where to begin. She wanted to tell Marcus about the vision she had on the morning of his arrival, but every time she tried to bring it up, she couldn't get the words out.
Marcus had been closed-lipped, for the most part. Avosa thought it was wise of him to give her space and let her digest her new fate. Though on the road, he pointed out some landmarks he assumed Avosa had never seen before. He was right of course, on most counts Avosa had never even heard of them.
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They passed the Sampson's Quarry on their first day together. It struck her as odd; a crystal blue lake surrounded by mountainous stone staircases. It was hard for Avosa to imagine the manpower and time it must have took to excavate such a large piece of land. Limestone, Marcus explained, was well in demand in the High Cities and could be used to construct great buildings and monuments to the Light.
