The Beginning
Dust covered lands, scorching under the grim sun…
Reiven wrapped her face with a scarf after started to ride into the endless plains of Lone Lands. She wasn’t in a hurry still she seemed to force her monstrous mount to go fast or maybe it was her cranky steed who wants to go faster. Yet they need to lower down as a caravan approached on the road.
She wasn’t looking for trouble and although her face seemed hidden under the light shades of the hood, her slim fingers pulled the scarf off her face to make it clear that she was not a threat. The she elf only wanted to pass by them…
Old men and women with younglings, no caravan guards on watch…
Reiven felt the heavy touch of long lost hopes while dirt covered people watching her pass with restless eyes.
Dull faces…
Forgotten smiles...
“They must be headed to Ost Guruth” she thought “Soon they would arrive and…”
An old woman ran out of the caravan and throws herself before the she-elf and her steed. Reiven pulled the reins strong and Faran pawed the ground.
“Please.. my fair lady..” the old woman cried as she tries to hold on her steeds reins “Please let me tell you about your future…”
Reiven forced herself to stay calm as Faran moved uneasily and when she talked her voice sounded harder than she wanted.
“No one has this kind of power…not even..”
Old woman rushed forward and grabbed her left wrist strong “But if you can read the marks of the past you can tell about the future..”. Reiven tried to free her wrist but she couldn’t manage to do it. Suddenly old woman released her arm and laughed out loud “Your time has already come fair one…” She spoke heavily “The voice will reach you soon…”
Then everything went into a deep silence… Reiven opened her eyes with the clammy nuzzle of her steed and felt the earth under her hands. Her eyes searched for the caravan which was already gone like it never exist…
