It had been a decade and a half since Adrian had actually taken a step within the village and yet it had only altered in slight detail. In majority, it remained as he had recalled with stone homes bustling with life and illuminated by torches or lanterns along a short path housing no more than one hundred souls. Yet it would appear as if the superstitions of the ash woods, which surrounded them had remained as well as symbols of alchemy and prayers written in every known language would be spread as graffiti on the stone walls that came to surround this lively yet small village.
Sienna would take in the details of the close-knit buildings as well as the interest taken within them as she had been reminded of her humble growth that made up her childhood; memories both good and bad. Yet the
