The river ran backwards on the day the Queen vanished.
The river ran backwards on the day the Queen vanished.
It was a sign, the elderswhispered,abreaking of the natural order that could mean only one thing: magic was stirring, ancient and uncontrollable. The quiet fishing village of Thireen lay along the banks of the Yserra River, a river known for its steady, calming flow. But on that morning, when the village awoke, they found the waters surging in the wrong direction, like a beast struggling to escape its bonds.
