It had been a long time since Marrick has left his home. He was still a boy then. He had roamed the rogue lands looking for life and reason, and now he was grown. He'd followed his visions to this place. Was this where he was to find the white lioness?
There was something upon the air that unsettled him, and he paused there on the border. Why was he following this vision anyway? And what were the chances that, if this lioness were real, that he'd find her here?
His visions had never steered him wrong before. He thought of them as his mother guiding him. Giving him advice even though she couldn't be there with him. And he knew why. In his visions he'd seen it. Posca, goddess of decay, his mother, could only cause slow ruin to her own children. That was why, then...
So why would she lead him to a place where disease could just as easily rot him as she could? Perhaps because he was her son, that was his destiny either way. Either by her paws or this...
