Benjamin Dudley

The Journeyer and the Pilgrimage for the Origin of Magic

The Origin of the Void Half the city lay in waste, half the city breathed relief, and the woman gone wrong fled to the sky. Adrian mounted his dragon and they leapt into the air after her. The destruction to the shipyard was severe—probably her intent all along. Most of the entire port navy had been sunk, the few ships afloat were badly damaged, still burning or smoking. A mast with the blue and black Fellowship flag cracked and fell into the sea. Wounded and dead lined the shore and docks. The desperate call for “Healer!” sprouted up everywhere. The rest of the living residents had the same flabbergasted look on their faces, as if to ask—did this really happen? Half the city… gone.