Wanderess

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

It was time to go.

If Adrian wouldn't help her, then she would find someone who would. There were dozens of Travellers camps scattered throughout the continent, at least one had to have a Seer that could help her with what she sought.

It pained her, to lie to her family. Iris had wanted to stay up late and indulge in all her stories from her travels, the King encouraging some girl time. But she had to lie, she said that today was so taxing that she needed a good night's rest and that Iris could tell her stories in the morning.

They had believed her without any uncertainty.

And here she was now, about to leave them all behind.

She was doing this for them. So that they might live another year.

She wouldn't tell a soul where she was going, if she did then they would surely try to prevent her from going.

She would save her people, she had to. Anything was better than the alternative of succumbing to the ever-growing Darkness.

She would not see her people- her kingdom, perish. Even if it meant she would not come back. Alive that is.

The blanket of night had once again fallen over Solas, and it was as silent as a mouse when Fayre finally finished packing her bags. She had donned her fighting gear, the all black outfit the only one in her closest. The most comfortable and the best for a fight if it came to that. Despite her father's protests about the colour, she had kept the outfit for training and fighting purposes only. Until tonight.

It was also inconspicuous outside of the Kingdom, to the ordinary eye- her attire looked simply like a black leather jacket and jeans. Only a trained eye could see the numerous pockets for hidden blades and the built-in belt for her scabbard for her knives and her sword. Her knee-high boots looked to be just for fashion, but their insides held pockets for long daggers to be sheathed.

She was ready. She had to be.

If now was the time for self-admiration, she would stop to admire the sheer look of her. A Princess donned for battle- what a thought.

Celestia sheathed at her side, her decorative knives both hidden and sheathed alongside her sword, the additional weight comforting to the Princess of Light.

She was really doing this.

She left her immaculate rooms as they were, untouched- as she began to wander down the halls of the massive Palace. She wasn't aimlessly wandering however; she had a destination.

The night had a chill that sunk into her very bones as she silently opened the grand doors that led her into the silent depths of the darkest pools of midnight.

Taking a shaky breath, Fayre had to steady her heart as she made her way out of the Palace.

Willing her magnificent wings from her back, she felt comforted by the weight on her back. They steadied her, and although it strained her muscles to keep them lifted gracefully, she was suddenly glad for the extensive training Fallon had forced her into in her laziest of days, so that she might carry her wings one day without flailing like an incompetent buffoon.

She didn't know where she would start, but she figured that the City of Light- Solas' closest city neighbour- was as good a place as any to begin.

Just as she was about to spirit away and begin her adventure of a sort- an adventure that could ultimately lead to the destruction and decimation of her home and anyone she ever loved, a sleek black blur zipped past her, stopping on the gravel a few metres away.