The morning mist clung to the cobblestones of Ravenshollow like ghostly fingers, reluctant to release their hold as Jaegar Thornwick adjusted the worn leather satchel across his shoulder. Beside him, Diana pulled her emerald cloak tighter against the chill, her amber eyes reflecting both excitement and trepidation. Though she had raised him since infancy, calling her anything other than "Mom" felt foreign on his tongue, even knowing the truth of their blood relation.
"Are you certain about this method of travel?" Diana asked, her voice barely above a whisper as they approached the ancient waystone at the village's edge. The granite monument stood twice the height of a man, carved with runes that seemed to pulse with an inner light.
