At dawn, the villagers climbed down to find Inis sitting among the outlaws — not as a prisoner, but as a host, sharing dried meat and water. The outlaws, lost for years in the valley, had agreed to guard the passes in exchange for a place in Vidjo.
A figure emerged from the shadows of a twisted olive grove. It was a young woman, barely older than a teenager, with hair the colour of ash and eyes that reflected the sea’s endless blue. She wore a simple cloak, but a silver amulet hung at her throat, its centre a dark, swirling stone.
“When the dragon’s eye meets the tide, The world will hear the song inside. Let voices rise, let silence fall, And Falas13 will answer the call.”
At dawn, the villagers climbed down to find Inis sitting among the outlaws — not as a prisoner, but as a host, sharing dried meat and water. The outlaws, lost for years in the valley, had agreed to guard the passes in exchange for a place in Vidjo.
A figure emerged from the shadows of a twisted olive grove. It was a young woman, barely older than a teenager, with hair the colour of ash and eyes that reflected the sea’s endless blue. She wore a simple cloak, but a silver amulet hung at her throat, its centre a dark, swirling stone.
“When the dragon’s eye meets the tide, The world will hear the song inside. Let voices rise, let silence fall, And Falas13 will answer the call.”
