First Journey

As your noble blood decrees you must always be loyal, courteous, tenacious, and most of all, reverent. Swear your allegiance to our king in Yrkanis and glorify our Goddess Jena! Beloved daughter, rebuild our once mighty kingdom and all that I have forsaken in this place will not be in vain.

With my mother's words still ringing in my ears I set sight on the ranger's camp of the Ruins of Silan. By wind, will and temerity I have fought my way to this place with my fellow refugees. Though 'fellow' was not always a word I would have used to describe homins not of Matis kin.

The Trykers always so mirthful, where once I would have seen lazy willful children, I find a curiousity and a cleverness proving an unexpected boon to our provisions. The Zorai always so deep into their mysteries, have astounded me with their wisdom, aptitude to magic and bond with Atys. The Fyros, the race I should despise above all, have proven fiercely protective of this exodus of the young and hopeful. Keen hunters they have provided more then their share of food. Those of us of Matis ilk, have tried our best to provide basic daggers and armors of good enough quality to make it through to Silan.

As we enter the camp it suddenly dawns how far we have come, how closer we are to one another, homins of Atys. We are to be trained by the rangers and representatives of each race to obtain the basic skills we will need in order to continue this arduous yet exhilirating journey to the New Lands. As I leave Chiang The Strong and make my way around the camp, I wonder where this will lead me and how much of my mother's wishes I can truly fullfil.

I wonder...