13

~Vaela

I stare up out of the carriage window, admiring the sprawling buildings at heights I've never conceived of before.

"So this is what a city looks like," I marvel, tilting my head to get a better look.

This place is almost the exact opposite of the Jade Province. Instead of trees, there are endless buildings and roads paved through them, copious amounts of people mulling about, minding their own business. It's like one of the villages, but tripled in size, with enough people to fill all these buildings.

"I don't recommend any of you going for a walk without someone else with you," Marek instructs, bringing my gaze back to his. "This place is very unforgiving."

"We will be fine," Zavian mutters.

"I've been here a few times on tours with Kailor. I've never liked it," Nakoa says, shivering. She has huddled closer to Zavian, avoiding looking out the window. Whatever memories haunt her, I doubt she is going to share them with us, and I wouldn't dare ask.

All of a sudden the carriage c