Chapter 18
Trystan had never been to the border separating the two kingdoms, but he had heard many stories depicting the beauty of a land with magic. But this? What they were looking at on the other side of the valley below them? Words could not do it justice.
A river ran swift and clear between Dreach-Sciene and Dreach-Dhoun, like a veil between life and death. The brown, brittle weeds that crunched under their feet as they dismounted from their horses disappeared on the other side of the waterway; replaced by green grass so vivid it didn’t seem real. Beyond the bank, trees covered in mossy bark grew thick and tall saturated with leaves of red and gold. After days of traveling with nothing but the dull, dreary mountains of Isenore as background, seeing this much beauty and color was alm
