Voran and Sabíana walked in the fields of tall grass outside the walls of Vasyllia the New. The landscape had changed completely after Vasyllia had separated from the rest of the world. Now, Vasyllia Mountain was a lone peak in a high plateau that extended into a forest of dark firs. That forest went on for miles, until it ended, suddenly, at what Sabíana had begun to jokingly call the end of the world. It was a sheer fall, thousands of feet deep, into a distant landscape below the clouds. Down there was the rest of the world, so far away as to almost be a dream.
Voran always felt a little wistful when he thought of those who were not yet ready to come to Vasyllia the New, especially Adelaida, whom he had wanted to come to know. Sabíana had nothing but praise for the girl, and Sabíana had
