" The time will come for the past of the future to converge.
And those which you always deny, surely shall emerge.
Wheel of the world will be put to rest,
Slaves of avarice will beg and confess,

'I have seen enough'

Sapiens deserve no more of the mother earth
For what good of a faith that has been spitted to dirt.

Thus, every corner of the sky will hear
The echoes of their trembling fear
Seven billion tears and seven billion cries
But not He who had severed the ties

For He heard nothing but seven billion lies "

Those are the lines of the last speech of Yars, The First Messenger. The chase for the Voice of The Dawn will always be a quest for every soul that live within Aerdrin. In a world where might and magic spins the universe, how will destiny reveal its lessons?

Aerdrin: The Lost Heir of The Sky

In the middle of their break, Mikhail asked Zio to cut some herbs and skin the fowl which they catch along the way. Meanwhile, he tends to the horse, giving them the water that they took from the river prior to their stop. But a problem arises when the horses keep trying to chew Mikhail’s hair, until one point he jumped back and nudged Zio who was skinning and cutting up their games. 


“ Ouch! What’s wrong with you?! ” Yelled Zio as his knife was thrown off to the ground. 


“ It wasn’t me! It was these horses! They keep chewing my hair! ” 


Zio then stands up to calm the horses after letting out a tick of a tongue. He strokes their necks and noses with Mikhail behind him, trying to learn from him how to handle the four-legged mammal. He then led them back to the carriage, accompanying them to graze. 


“ You’re good at this, Zio. Where did you learn from? ” 


“ Hm. This much is nothing, I used to graze almost forty of them. ” 


Chapter 111 - An Unknown Voice