On her journey to find her older sister's battle fortress, Lina had reached the edge of Teran's borders. Lina was surprised by the sight of the seemingly ransacked village. The wooden entrance had creaky and falling pieces, the name of the village barely hanging on by a nail. Dust blew in the air, no sound in sight.
Lina's breath was caught in her throat. This was Teran's first line of defense—the towns located near the borders. These were the places that soldiers took their rest in and brought supplies from.
Lina's stomach bubbled with anxiety. She turned on her horse and glanced at the houses beyond the entrance. There were discarded pots and pans everywhere, clothes torn and sliced, malnourished dogs licking at the dirty ground and barely a soul in sight.
"A visitor…"
