Thread: The Journey ((Vivid and MM))

Iona did not know how many days had passed since she fled from the Kingdom of Athelstan. Day and night merged into one, long, continuous cycle as she moved across the land to escape the tyrannical desires of the Emperor. There was a legend that stated a woman from a far off country would appear as the goddess, and that whoever controlled her, controlled the fate of the world. After seeing Iona perform, he had gotten into his head that she was the one. That she held the key to the goddess power. While it was true that she was from a different country and the magical abilities that she displayed were unique, Iona was sure that he was mistaken. He had only been taken by her beauty, as so many had before, and only wished to try and force himself on her to claim some nonexistent force. There was no choice for the talented minstrel she had to run and not only run, but find the woman who was actually the incarnation of the goddess before he did. During her travels she heard of a young man with an extraordinary power. With him at her side, Iona was positive that she would be able to stop that wicked ruler from his plans, and be able to return the goddess to her rightful realm. This world was no place for her while there were those around that would use her powers for evil instead of good. So, she had decided to go in the direction of that town. Finally she had come to her destination. Lowering the hood of her brown travelling cloak, she took in the sight before her. Long white waves of hair tumbled forth and landed at her waist. She was at the mouth of a small, yet prosperous town. The wooden arc above her head read the name of the town and a smile crossed her full, pink lips. Carefully she pulled her hair back up to stuff into the cowl and returned the hood to its proper place. All she needed to do now was find the man that she had heard rumors about. Everything in her prayed that the people she overheard were speaking the truth that this was just not some exaggeration. It was not uncommon for such tales to turn up stretched and twisted into great, amazing things when they were unspectacular. Twilight was setting in on the land but the village was still fairly busy. Fairy lights were being strung up from one tree to another, from businesses came the owners with carts filled with the best ale or the most delicious food they had to offer, dancers twirled about a beautiful statue depicting the kind and gentle form of their goddess. Sweet perfume from censors swung by priestess and acolytes filled the air as they filed out of the temple. It seemed that Iona had walked in on a festival of sorts. A grin crossed her lips. Perhaps, after she met up with this skillful man, she could convince him to buy her a drink and something delicious. Although she had been eating and drinking during her travels, it had been a very long time since anything cooked touched her lips or since she imbibed anything other than water stale from a skin. Asking around about the miracle man proved very worthwhile. Apparently he had his house set up to take visitors that were in search of his peculiar skills and the townspeople wasted no time in pointing out which building he resided in. She began to walk over there, finding it easy as the main bulk of the crowd was near the town square, watching the other minstrels.