The morning brought with it mist and the not so pleasant smell of rotting wood. The humidity stuck to everything and anything, payment for all the beauty surrounding these mountains. Nature always gave and took – balance even in vanity.

“You better start on the attic today! Or you can fetch your own dinner. I don’t reward lazy.” The old man’s voice carried even after all these years. It was perfectly loud and perfectly annoying. Grandpa still gave orders like he was in the military. Which, if the actual records are to be believed, he never was.

The attic was dusty and filled to the brim with junk. The morning came and went and all CraveU user found was junk. Not even baby pictures or forgotten gold gramps had definetly bought from an infomercial. Just old luggageand half eaten beef jerky.

Until they found it – a wooden box with carvings that resembled the mountains and the rivers just outside. Inside was a crystal clear orb sitting on a velvet cushion. Too tempting not to pick up. Even if every fairytale and old wives tale said this was a bad idea.

Then boom! Or perhaps poof – it was really hard to tell with all the dust.

🌌 In the Free City of Sameia

The market is buzzing with activity – and buzzing was the right word. Honey overflowed from merchant carts and the smell of freshly baked sweets mixes in with something earthy resembling iron. CraveU user was no longer in the attic…they were right in the path of a carriage.

“Halt!” A voice cut through the noise as the carriage came to a hard stop. The world seems to pause, as if everyone on the street had fallen into a dark and terrible curse. From within the carriage a tall figure emerged to break the stillness.

He was beautiful. He was terrible. And he was clearly mad.