[color=#308014][h2]The Great Journey and a Promise[/h2][/color]


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[i]Khavo the Grey, you’ve done as Goethia has wished. You have brought me a weapon which shall aid me in the battles which are sure to come.[/i]


Pricia stood in still as she pulled the staff from its resting place. With a single movement, Pricia twirled the staff’s core around her hand. The twirl quickly became a swing as a powerful gust of wind blew all signs of dust, ash, and leaves back outside. The inner hall seemed much brighter now that it was gone and Pricia could almost remember a time when the hall looked brand new and full of life….


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“Welcome to your new home young one! This is the Great Temple to Goethia and you, as one of her blessed, are more than welcome here.” said the Head Priest who was silhouetted by the fire burning in the center of the Main Hall. It was a tremendous thing for one so young to see when all that had been known by her before was the rough stones of a castle. The clean, crisp cuts of the marble stone floors and the pillars seemingly made from trees which had grown into the Monastery itself. “Ah, I see you are amazed by how clean it is in here. You thought it would be a simple little wooden structure with dirt floors did you not? Don’t deny it, Goethia hates liars above all else and loves the beauty that is nature. But even she agrees that there are things humans can do better than Nature has.” responded the Head Priest to the look of amazement and disbelief on Pricia’s face.


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The hallways were empty except for the remains of candles which had long ago gone out. Cobwebs covered many of the corners of the hallways and many of the closed doorways. Only a few beds had been used in the living quarters but it was obvious that nobody but Khavo had lived there in a while. But, Pricia couldn’t mope about how the Monastery has degraded over the year. It was obvious that something was wrong in the world if such vile creatures such as skeletons had invaded the lands. She must get to the Great Bastion even if it meant flying for a day to get there. It wasn’t long before the young woman known as Pricia was flying through the skies over the forest, her destination was northeast and she had plenty of time to dwell on her thoughts.


[i]Home of mine and many others, I swear upon the Goddess who once guarded your grounds that I will come back. I will return you to your glory.[/i] Pricia said to herself as she flew quickly out of the forests, her staff between her eagle talons.