The White City

At last the ground began to rise and the party slowed to a walk as they clambered over thick roots to what appeared to be daylight up ahead. Reaching the top of the climb Balar whistled in surprise. They were standing at the edge of the forest now and a vast field stretched out before them; dotted with tiny red flowers.

Up ahead a the white marble walls of a city rose from the grassland and a golden gate stood open and inviting before them. Beyond the walls, countless building could be seen as well as a vast palace that rose up high above all else. There was no sign of life.

In the distance now behind them the wolf pack continued to howl, their voices growing ever closer.

"I supose there is nothing for it." Tiella said through ragged breaths. "We try to make the city."