Wave her on
From Create Your Own Story
You wave her on. "I travel alone."
"As you please," returns the driver, with a shrug. She whips her ox and the cart takes off along the road, raising dust.
You follow the path away from Krustipanti for half the morning. The walk is easy: it feels as natural as breathing to have the road move beneath your feet. By the end of this journey, you will be built like a mountain goat. Hard to believe you trained for this journey so long, now that you are on it.
The afternoon progresses, long and easy. This place you are walking through seems thick with desolation, as if it was long ago abandoned. And then, as if to confirm your thought, you come across two enormous stone pillars, listing slightly either side of the road. They form a gate, but the gate is three times the height of a man.
Peering closely you make out the faded remains of carved letters. In the old script: Kiṉ-Ki.
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