Zephan;
My arms are aching, but I can't stop holding him.
I haven't used the portals since I was a little boy, but I had to use one today. Getting to Nagari from Gravemaw is a journey that would have taken days, and I don't have such luxury of time.
Elián has been passed out cold since last night, and I need to get him proper help as soon as possible.
I stare at my home's castle gates as we get closer to it. We've only gotten to Nagari by now because of the portals that only respond to Nagarians.
Portals conjured with magic.
Magic ought to belong to just witches and warlocks.
Hundreds of years ago, some beastmen found magic. The source of magic, as they like to call it. They wanted to master magic. To harness it. Have it flowing through their veins, and be masters of it.
Their wish could be granted, but magic always comes with a price.
