Five-year-old Talon and his parents rode along in
their carriage at the head of a caravan full of food and goods. Talon peered out his window at the desert outside.
He could just see over the window’s ledge and it bumped his
nose as the carriage made its way down the rarely used road. He expected to see sand but didn’t.
Like most “deserts” it was just arid and void of lush
vegetation. He looked up at
one of the companion guards that rode alongside him. The guard wore chain mail and a leather cap brimmed with iron.
A sword was strapped to his side and his shield dangled from his
Talon sat back and looked at his mother sitting across
from him. She was
beautiful, or at least he thought she was the most beautiful woman in
the world with a lovely name of Mushina. She, like other ladies of the court wore her black hair pulled
back in a bun. She sat back
gazing out the window with a distant look in her eyes. She wore a red dress and a jade necklace of a tiger, the family
insignia of the second born of the house of Rongxing. She was not born into the house of Rongxing; she married into it.
was her husband’s heritage, Trinel, the Earl of the East Gate of Cannor,
Talon’s father. He sat beside Talon and wore his light dress coat
and black trousers and his sword lay at his side in its scabbard. He
was reading a scroll the best he could given the bumpy ride.
looked back at his mother. “Why are we coming here, mama?”