Chapter Twenty-one (5)

General Lamah and Linean arrive their destination in the biting cold. They look up at the dark tower risen into the darkened sky and took in a breath.

"Stop!" they heard the guards order over the large towering gates, "State your purpose."

"We wish to trade!" the driver answered. There was silence on the other side.

"Do you have papers?" the guard asked.

"Yes!" the driver dismounted, rushed to the gate and handed his pass to the outstretched hand.

"Open the gates!" the guard instructed and one could hear heavy iron wheels turning. It was only moments before they were allowed into the city. Linean and General Lamah sighed a relief. Of all places they could be, this was one of the most dangerous. They were illegal immigrants from Other-side, coming to train with the energy seeping through into This-side from the alignment. They could have chosen better places than the west valley reefs, a land controlled by Lady Lusa; a Thraine.