Kingdom Of Eoghan.

*The acrid scent of smoke crept towards them in the chill air, growing more pungent and they came to a sudden stand still. All heads raised to the sky in response to the hysteric cries of a flock of forest birds flying north. Dalyia stood frozen. Her mind worked too slow for comfort; trying to understand the noise. What would cause the birds to act in such a manner? She felt her brows pull together, forming a frown. It deepened on her face as she glanced back down and around the group of guards. Their expressions mirrored the confusion within her own. She caught Nuri's wide eyes and watched her breathing slow.

Her senses finally registered the atmosphere amongst the forest trees. They stood eerily quiet, not a sound could be discerned from the animals she knew were hiding within. Dalyia bristled and her nostrils began to flare involuntarily as the thought that previously evaded her settled at the fore-front of her mind. Danger was near. The birds were flying north...north in the opposite direction of the city which was situated in the south.

Abruptly, she registered the taste of burning wood and earth. Her fingers began to curl and shake with agitation as her blood pumped within her veins, incensed by the tension devouring her body. Her eyes focused on Nuri again as she watched her observe the birds clambering frantically over each other. She willed her sister to open her mouth as her blood now screamed at her in urgency.

She heard the soft whisper in the silent night, "Lyia I smell burning".*

If you were to ask Dalyia to introduce her self to you, she would tell you that she was your slightly above ordinary woman who was comfortable with her place within her world, living an ordinary life. Btw, she would prefer it stayed that way, ordinary.
But apparently, fate is a bitch and just doesn't want to cooperate.

Welcome to Eoghan. The world of Spirits.

WARNING! Violent content and abuse will be depicted/ discussed. Reader discretion is advised.