#1 Fates of Meriel. Chains of Fatum

Chapter 2. Evelyr

Chapter 2. Evelyr

The most insulting thing for Sansara was that it took almost a month to get from Alsveg, where they suffered a complete failure, to Evelyr, where Tsarina Fides lived.

Both she and Fortian saw the bustle around the fortress from afar as soon as they left the settlement. The sea of torches overflowed with fiery rivers that rushed in all directions, cutting through the twilight. It was to be hoped that they were not looking for them.

But, as it immediately turned out, they were hunting for the princess. For whom else? Whether they managed to capture her or not, Sansara didn't know.

And you will have to get answers only after returning home if the mother wants to answer. She had a plan of her own, which Sansara was not privy to. But she entrusted everything to that nudarian woman. Did she want Sansara to be defeated? It was bothering her.

Maybe the princess of elvins was captured long ago and taken to the tsarina, and she is already languishing in the dungeons if she was not killed at all? What is all this for? Sansara didn't know what to do next, so it was worth going back.

Reading the signs that the Wheel throws up at you is not easy. Sometimes, only after doing something can you understand its signs. It makes sense, but sometimes the realization comes much later. But there's nothing here, just emptiness. She just couldn't get the gist of it. Or is Sansara completely deaf and blind?

Along the way, he and his brother took on a couple of small cases: knocking out debts, scaring a small gang, and dealing with one arrogant merchant. Little things are unworthy of Wheels, but they help to distract. Yes, and who knows, maybe these actions will change something in Meriel, and that defeat will guide them?

Fortian didn't care about such torments. He just followed Sansara. Thinking for the two of them is her destiny. And she was at a loss, having no idea what awaited them now.

So a whole month passed, and they arrived in Evelyr. It used to be the city of the elven kingdom, but now redrins have settled here. These ruins and his and Forti's house.

Once upon a time, in those times that only the earth itself remembers, only wild animals lived in Meriel. There were no verars, much fewer humms, with their kingdoms of insight.

They bred, got together in packs, hunted, and fought for their lives as best they could. Life seemed simple, wild, ruthless.

Time passed... The world was transformed. Its inhabitants also changed. Once the animals gained intelligence, not all of them wanted to part with the habits of ruthless predators.

The beasts that were called redrins remained just as treacherous and cruel. This tribe has always kindled the fire of discord and war in the Old World. Their battle roar has never subsided, the meaning of their existence has become an endless hunt, not for food, but just for fun.

For many centuries, blood flowed, soaking into the stale soil. But the end of the ancient era was nearing, and its omen was the appearance of Verars, who were later called elves, and then humms, or humans. These nations engaged in battle with redrins and won.

Having been defeated, redrins went to other lands lying far to the southwest. Then the beastmen tribe disappeared, hiding there for a while. The long-awaited calm has come.

But a thousand years ago, this race revealed itself again, becoming even stronger and fiercer. They came to take revenge on elves for their defeat and exile. The old wounds have healed, and their cruelty has only increased.

This time they conspired with humms and, together with them, completely exterminated elves. The battles were still raging, and the Wheel was spinning at breakneck speed. There is nothing like this now, and there will never be.