Destination: Preface
Destiny: Chapter I
Destiny: Chapter II
Destiny: Chapter III
Destiny: Chapter IV
It was a great day!
I went out into the streets determined and lively. The world seemed different. Or would it be me? I met Grisillo in the Plaza talking to Brother Kristoff.
- Naini - they greeted kindly.
- Good Morning. Gray, I need to talk to you.
He looked me up and down and burst into a happy laugh.
- Are you ready? Whenever you want we can start.
I looked at him in silence.
- Your instruction, right?
- Gray, I think we should talk alone.
We went in silence to his office.
- Where are you going, Naini? What happened?
- I need a favor, I need something to start with.
- Are you going to go out there without training? What are you looking for?
For a moment I hesitated, but only he could help me.
- I go out waiting to be chosen.
- The rogues ?! - He was really angry.
- Yes - I said decisively - and if you think you can't help me don't worry, I'll find a way.
- I ... - It seemed that something in him was collapsing. - I will help you with your start, but I ask you not to come back for my help. - His tone turned cold - Neither of us should be seen together.
Something in my being broke, as if the root of a tree were tearing the earth until it was detached from it. I knew that those roots would now no longer have a place to hold onto, from that moment on I only had to cure them in the air.
- So be it, my Lord.
We had met at the city gate at dusk.
I decided to go to the Merchant District to buy a dagger, where Shellene had indicated they sold swords. It was the busiest neighborhood in the city. The main merchants, the auctioneer, the bank, the inn… everything was always full of the most diverse people. Everyone there seemed to be in a hurry, even those who were standing seemed to be attentive to something.
Humans, elves, gnomes, dwarves, even draeneis. Hunters with their pets, magicians with their staves, warriors with their swords, even priests with their elegant clothes. Although he did not understand why they were always dressed in their combat armor.
That part of the city did not rest, the sky was darkening and people looking for something kept arriving. Deals, shops, exchanges ... business.
I took the path to the Stormwind Gate.
That bridge that I had never crossed, those huge statues that rose to the sky, those heroes who looked at me as I passed. Something was changing.
Lord Grisillo was already waiting for me on the road, dressed in gray pants and a white shirt, he seemed, almost, a simple inhabitant of Stormwind. As soon as I got to where he was, he began to walk, without looking at me, without speaking to me.
I noticed that we were going south.
"We will pass through Villadorada, just to go the safe way, we will not stop there." He finally informed me.
I don't think it would take us long to arrive, but the journey seemed eternal. The sun was not yet warm over our heads when we crossed a small wall, much narrower than those of Stormwind that seemed to protect the entrance to a valley. We followed the path until we reached the door of a small Abbey that dominated the place.
- Goodbye.- Grisillo said and left.
I was alone.