Role

Chapter 4

Pumping its wings harder and harder, the crag soarer continues to reach
towards the clouds. A rush of exhilaration fills Jarson as he finally enters
the fog, briefly blinding him in its whiteness. Suddenly, the flying reptile
bursts through the opposite side, looking down on the cloud's soft,
pillow-like surface. On this side, it is all warmth, space and beauty, as
there is nothing left to block the sun's brilliant rays.

Screeching in delight, Jarson dives back through the gentle cloud, picking up
a huge amount of speed. Blasting through the bottom of the cloud, Jarson's
joy is suddenly replaced with horror. He continues to plummet, his reptilian
body momentarily frozen in shock, before pulling into a smooth glide.

Looking down, Jarson surveys that which has caused his stomach to drop. From this
height Jarson can see Galadon sprawling to the west, Hamsah in the east and
Voralian City in the north. By comparison to the natural lands surrounding,
they're dark, blotchy eyesores, bleeding filth and smoke into the air.

Everywhere he looks, Jarson can see the impact they've had on the land. As
though the cities were the source of decay and the creeping roads surrounding
them their foul tentacles of death. From this height the scarring upon the
land mirrors that which covers Jarson's skin. That which took his brother.

Rage once again begins to fill Jarson, the spirit of the raging bull rising
within. Looking down at the land once again, Jarson's heart hardens with
resolve. Since his brother's passing he has roamed this land without
purpose, without direction, but he now knows what he must do.

Turning towards the east, Jarson begins his long flight to the Forest of
Prosemy. He will seek out the infamous Outlanders, the wildlings he read
about in class and dreamt about in his sleep.