ARIAL
SOMEWHERE IN VANGUA
The sky lightens as he could see a few birds flying out from their nest searching for food as morning arrived.
The wind caresses his hair as he looks at the city in front of him. He took a while to admire the scenery.
'It's quite beautiful' he thought to himself. He has been riding for days now since he departed Darc.
A week should have passed since then. The sunrise intensifies, growing brighter, the sun showing its face, as dawn is replaced by the revealing brightness.
Arial take a deep breath, breathing in the fresh air of the morning. The mountain huge and mighty appears black as the sun rises.
Mount Di'llion. Maybe that is where it is among the Churches, and temples and fire Temples.
The smell of the earth emerges, the smell of the grass and flowers releasing their scent while the sun touches his skin and warmth seeps in.