was never his thing. That’s why he didn’t give it any further thoughts, when he was asked to join the mystery group traveling under the black flag. He was stuck home too long, he thought now was the time to find himself some troubles. The only information he had about the upcoming trip is that they are heading north. Probably, to the Dragon Islands, where he has never been before. This fact was good enough for him to start packing. The expedition was leaving after midnight from Elbrus library located near the forest, the name of which he couldn’t recall right now.
The road was taking too long. Eric even started to make some notes in his journal, the feeling that they have already crossed this river and stopped next to this mountain couldn’t leave him. The only thing that meant they are actually moving in space or at least in time was the weather. From day to day it was more difficult to find warm ground to sleep on. The sun was shining the same, but the heat was disappearing. On the sixteenth day of Mearing, the 10th circle after Big Moon Day, they crossed the last forest and the view in front of them has changed. The ground was not good enough for any plants to grow, only for thorns and wild weeds. The sun also seemed to left them for forests and mountains far behind. The only one’s whose mood hasn’t seem to got worse during long hours were horses, the plains were easier than mountains to cross. Soon they would follow their owners in their silence and concern. Animals can feel those that they are bound to. However, there also was nothing for them to eat during unrushed walking and the ground was harder to run on. They didn’t even notice when the stable soil became sand and then grit mixed with mud.
Someone shouted that they can see big water. And there was the sea. The one that once gave birth to land and once was supposed to destroy it. Everyone stopped and honored the most powerful force they ever seen. Eric smiled. The view of water made him feel nostalgic about his adventurous times with uncle Danel on his boat. He was a boy back then, but he still can remember what is aft, stern and bow. It was five summers ago when the big water took his named father. He couldn’t think of more suitable death for the old man.
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