A/N: The highly anticipated sequel to Calling is finally here! If you haven't read that story, I advise you do before continuing. I'd like to thank those who made that story worthwhile and earned this story. Now, please read my story.
Disclaimer: I don't own LotS or SoT. Only place this will appear, so no suing!
Burden
Prologue
The Azrith Plains
The bone chilling winds of the Azrith Plains swept through her blonde hair. She brushed some hair out of her face so she could see the mountains on the other side. Althea's swamp home was just off to the left of the trail left behind by Jagang. She had been chasing him across the world for many years. She had always cornered him, but he somehow escaped her, vexing her to no end. A rattling noise gained her attention and she quickly turned around. A creaky wagon was slowly approaching her, the wheels groaning from the weight of the cargo. The light brown horses trotted in her direction as she watched the oncoming merchant. She was hopped that he was friendly; killing was a thing she didn't like to do.
A man with a light covering of bleached hair rode up. He gave her a quizzical look. "What are you doing out here, without anything to keep you warm." He turned into his wagon and pulled out a cloak made of wolf pelts. "I was going to sell this in the Aydindril markets, but I think you are in more need of it."
She stared at the cloak, tears starting to well up in her piercing blue eyes. "Thank you, sir," she looked up at him, "what is your name?"
"My name is Tom. Yours?"
"Nicci."
A/N: So, that's the beginning of this story. I would be very pleased if you reviewed. Also, thank you to my wonderful beta reader.