Dear diary,
At dawn, we bid farewell to the villagers and turned our horses north, setting our sights on Latebra Velora. With the disease eradicated and the second elemental gem safely tucked in Luke’s bag, our spirits were high. The road stretched ahead, open and promising, the weight of our past battles momentarily forgotten.
The day passed quietly, the rhythm of hooves against dirt a steady, lulling beat. Too quiet, maybe. By evening, a familiar heaviness settled in my chest.
Tonight’s campsite wasn’t just another stop along the way.
It was Ravensfield.
The village I had once called home.
The village I had burned to the ground to stop an army.