The door led to a dusty port white gulls flying over head as she took her first steps outside. 'What is this place' she thought to herself. Along the horizon tall individual mountains rose from the ground scraping the sky the land and sea going unending. The bright sun beat down as cool winds from the sea blew into the town kicking up dirt as it went. She grimaced as she felt her bare feet touch the dusty old road that went through the town. To her right a wooden dock stretched out unto a large wooden vessel floating in the water its sails tied down as she saw a long streamer of a flag bearing a cross.

A gathering of warriors sat around it as if in waiting for someone, warriors clad in white and blacks. One with a red cross emblazoned on his surcoat crossed his arms as she gazed out into the port before turning towards her.

'Those must be those warriors that "God" wanted me to offer my service as a healer' she scoffed at the thought 'I need to return plans to be made and an Atmos to conquer' she thought to herself

Turning away from the docks heading into the port city itself all the while the man looked on. Wooden houses and stores lined the roadside. A minstrel plays on a corner as people gather round him.

Merchants haggle passersby. ever so often a man clad in armor will pass by a sword in scabbard and shield in hand she didn't recognize the sigil on it however. No skyknight squadron ever had a two headed eagle as its badge. The smell of bread licked at her nose as she passed by a bakery. Laughs and cheers from a tavern across from it. "a Loaf of bread dear sister?" the baker calls out to her interrupting her look at the town.

"What?" she asks herself turning towards a lanky tall man offering a loaf to her. "Fresh from the oven, on the house, haven't seen a pilgrim in years not since the last crusade" the man rambled on to her. She couldn't think of what to say she opened her mouth but not words came as she took the loaf in hand.

"Crusade?" she asks out loud confused

"Hmm oh yes a bit of work over there, Saracens finally overthrew those nasty taskmasters of theirs, hope for peace real soon was a big one as big as the war of the heavens they say! Are you an initiate Dear Sister?" he said cheerfully.

She stared at the man confused as he awaited her response blue eyes staring down at her as she watched wind blow through short greying hair.

"War of the heavens? Sister…I… I….?" she takes a deep breath before her violet eyes look back to his apparently, he had mistook her for a traveling healer or something? She thought though the title of Sister and later initiate confused her. 'Best play it safe' she thought

"yes, I am an initiate" it took all her willpower not to spit venom out of that single word she was Master Cyclonis and should be recognize as such however she thought to herself it would prove wise to play along she is in an unknown place with an unknown allegiance.

"Ahh jolly good not too many sisters of Christ around here no more that's for sure, what brings a young sister to the town of Alder? Surely there are safer places to make pilgrimage to" he said in that annoyingly cheerful voice.

"I ….." she began she had no idea how to give him an answer to that

"Beware the Baron, He has a taste of young sisters on their travels best continue on your pilgrimage than stay in this town" The Baker said as his expression darkened quickly gazing ahead of her before giving her a kind smile heading back into his store.

A loud sound is heard from behind her Lark turned down to see a and some man wearing elaborate robes large hat adorned with many feathers of varying colour sitting in an ornate coach pulled by a horse.

The man was large far older than her, well built dark hair with a well-trimmed beard, sharp green eyes stared into her violet eyes. She shudders no emotion but lust. As powerful as she is with just a healing crystal she turned and walked away. It didn't take long to notice she was trailed by town guards looming around corners. She swallows her saliva as she hurried towards the dock. Everyone hid no one came to help as she walked faster and faster before running to the docks.

The same warriors sat there as they were when she first saw them she pants before a hand clasps around her shoulder pulled back to see the man she assumed to be the Baron. He looked her up and down. And his loud Baritone voice did sound.

"This one is from a higher caste I wonder what made such a delicate creature forgo her wealth and join a sect?"

"yes m'lord very clean very fitting for a wife m'lord" the rat of a man who stood next to him said

"You must be the Baron" Lark found her voice shaking off the grip of who she assumed was the Captain.

"Aye I am the Baron what is a beautiful little girl doing here all alone? I could keep you company" The Baron Said with a grin.

Lark stared at his teeth his foul teeth, 'Dental hygiene is an anathema to this man' she thought with that she found her wit

"For such a handsome face you have a terrible mouth" she replied with a smirk

He stood up exiting the carriage that carried him his eyes never leaving her.

Her heart pounded as scenarios poured into her mind's eye, as the Baron made his way closer to her her eyes laid on the loaf of bread from earlier

A cool wind blew from behind her as she threw it into the man's face

"AAAUUUGGHHH!" he cried in surprise

Everything stood still as he looked towards the Young Queen, "Arrest her" he said

She took a step back as guards surrounded her she hyper ventilates realizing she is on the edge of a panic attack never before had she been this vulnerable.

"Well what the bloody ell is happenin ere?" a Cheery voice sounded behind her as an unkempt Warrior clad in Dark Leather embroided with a knot of a sigil, a Skirt? Green cloak with red hair and green eyes approached them.