AYLETH
Three days over the Summitran border, they woke to find the city of the Capital, shining on the distant hill. They were still two nights travel away, though Etan was certain they'd arrive before high moon on the second night.
They'd continued to travel at night just in case they were overtaken by the Zenithran army that had to be in pursuit by now. But Borsche had already stopped by two villages and sent messages to the Castle. The Kingdom would be prepared, if they weren't already, for the upcoming conflict, and ready for any orders from the King when he arrived to give them.
When they woke that afternoon, still hours from dark, Etan was smiling in a way she didn't think she'd ever seen. His spirits had lifted with every step deeper into his Kingdom until he was… lighter.
