The journey across the hills is dark, cold and tough enough. Bitter memories conjured unwillingly, adds on to the darkness of it all.

It wasn't my choice, to have joined the Great Tribe War. Father's leg wasn't going to get him far, and The Hills Village Master, wouldn't have forgiven any family who didn't volunteer for the Tribe War.

The memories as fresh as the blood from the war - as the war broke out in the Red Dunes, between the Hills Tribe and the Valley Tribe, we were clearly outnumbered. As much as I defended, my hydromancy spell was ineffective, in the dry Red Dunes.

Probably part of their strategy, given hydromancy to be a large part of the Hills Tribe.

BAM! I was thrown back and knocked out. The searing pain that shot through my spine all the way up to my head, was the last thing I felt before complete darkness.

As I woke, I half expected to smell the stench of blood, to see piles of dead body. But instead, I found myself in the care of Chengyang. The son of the famous Valley Tribe leader. I was all cleaned up, in his room. As my eyes adjusted to the bright sunlight, I realized he was here, approaching me fast......

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