Alleluia
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In the darkened room the mage passed her hand over the crystal ball in front of her and its face clouded again. The vision she had summoned had left her with a heavy heart. Though not surprised, she had at least wished she had been wrong, that her suspicions would be proven false. But they were not.
She rose from her chair, pushing herself up with pressed palms. The room was in terrible disarray but she paid it no mind. Her thoughts were elsewhere. Action was needed now, and the sooner the better. The land of Vestia was in for some dark days. The drought that has plagued it was not natural, but man-made. Though perhaps man was not an adequate word for it.
She sighed and went for her shelves. The room was filled with them, cluttered with books, potions and ingredients for various spells. She reached for a book and pulled it open. The ancient Book of Prophecies. She just hoped she’d find something there.
The night was hot, but still Samaria built herself a small fire. It was needed to keep away animals at night, and it made her feel safer, even if it was strictly an illusion. She sat in front of it now, far enough so the added heat won’t bother her too much and chewed on a half loaf of bread. The bread was beginning to dry, she noted silently to herself. Her supply was running short. Soon she’ll have to live on apples and berries.
She was headed to the monastery, but the town it was next too was still a few days' walk. Too tired to worry, she pulled her leather bag close and leaned her hand on it, lying down. Her cloak had served her as a blanket on cold nights but tonight that was hardly necessary, so she pooled it next to her, stashing her sword underneath. A small dagger went under her makeshift pillow, ready to be drown on a second’s notice. She closed her eyes and said a quick prayer. Hopefully, the Goddess heard and would be watching over her.
She rose from her chair, pushing herself up with pressed palms. The room was in terrible disarray but she paid it no mind. Her thoughts were elsewhere. Action was needed now, and the sooner the better. The land of Vestia was in for some dark days. The drought that has plagued it was not natural, but man-made. Though perhaps man was not an adequate word for it.
She sighed and went for her shelves. The room was filled with them, cluttered with books, potions and ingredients for various spells. She reached for a book and pulled it open. The ancient Book of Prophecies. She just hoped she’d find something there.
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The night was hot, but still Samaria built herself a small fire. It was needed to keep away animals at night, and it made her feel safer, even if it was strictly an illusion. She sat in front of it now, far enough so the added heat won’t bother her too much and chewed on a half loaf of bread. The bread was beginning to dry, she noted silently to herself. Her supply was running short. Soon she’ll have to live on apples and berries.
She was headed to the monastery, but the town it was next too was still a few days' walk. Too tired to worry, she pulled her leather bag close and leaned her hand on it, lying down. Her cloak had served her as a blanket on cold nights but tonight that was hardly necessary, so she pooled it next to her, stashing her sword underneath. A small dagger went under her makeshift pillow, ready to be drown on a second’s notice. She closed her eyes and said a quick prayer. Hopefully, the Goddess heard and would be watching over her.
