This is a world set in a place called Gia
Gia is a world full of mysteries and Majix yet there are few who possess these abilities. Those who posses Majix are known as the gifted, treated as kings by the commoners but as pawns by the rulers, they are so rare that only 2 in a billion common people in each country has ever seen one because once it is discovered that you are a Majix user you are taken by a Kingdom to raise their power and prosperity in the world
The more Majix users you have, the ritcher and more power full you are that is the rule in this world
It's been a week since the letters from my sons came and it's been four hours since I left the Winscott mansion on the horse I had inherited from my husband, with a backpack full of clothes I borrowed from my long trusted maid Mea, food and water to keep me sustained on my journey to a destination that has yet to be decided
Because this journey was a spur of the moment decision. I don't know what got over me but after the sudden trip down memory lane, a need for a different kind of air took over. It was like I couldn't breathe and only getting out of that house would cure that, so I started planning.
The night I got those letters, I had a dream, the dream played the happy times I had with my lost family, I had cried for my husband and daughter and like the torture wasn't enough the memories kept replaying themselves, over and over again. I had tried so hard not to remember the past and to smile like he had told me to but the good memories made in this mansion just made me miss them more.
Mea had found me curled up into a ball on the large Victorian styled bed that I used to share with him, she had seen me turn into an ugly mess stuttering his name, calling for him until I had lost consciousness
The next morning without a thought I had already packed a bag full of daily needs... yet I couldn't make the final step out the door, how could I who had sworn on my husbands grave to always protest this estate, leave all my husband's hard work just to satisfy my own needs, but the coming nights, an unknown force seemed to be calling me, and each night made it harder and harder to resist until finally after the seventh night, after leaving my secretary a letter of instructions, I left.
So here I was riding Tris, my husband's beloved gray stallion. My eyes could barely see the road I was on because the only source of light that I had was the moon covered with the clouds, strangely in this moment, surrounded by no one and completely alone, I felt the loneliness that had plagued my soul start to dissipate, of course not all of it, it was only a small amount but it felt like two rocks the size of Tris got lifted off my heart, it was quite a refreshing feeling
"How about I let you decide where we're going, Huh Tris," Dot said to the giant beast of a horse to which Tris replied with a nod of his head as if he understood Dots words
Tris was a mystery Dot has never figured out, just like his owner. Her husband used to talk to the horse like it was a human being and what was even stranger was that he acted like the horse talked back to him every time, one day I even caught him having a conversation with Tris, as I stood there and watched I had come to the conclusion that the horse could, in fact, understand human language and that the horse wasn't a horse at all. I had tried to get information on this mysterious horse from him and had even tried to confront the horse myself but all my the bastard of a man had done was raise his brows in surprise and with a sly smile had only replied with "You really are one of a kind Dot McGarry" and had then made it his mission to hold me hostage in our own bed making me forget all that we were talking about
So I learned to let it go and go with the flow as Vice would have said
With a yawn I said to Tris " Stop at the nearest town you find, we'll stay their first then decide what we're going to do" and again the horse nodded with a grunt "Thank you" Dot tiredly not even bothered that she was speaking to a horse and not a human being, she then laid her head on the horses soft back and closed her eyes, sleepiness overtaking her, she had thought that the journey to the find an interesting place that she could play in was going to be long but as it turned out her luck was just that good because the journey turned out not to be that long after all