Rather than leaving of their own free will, Phoebus and Calliope felt as though they were being forced to leave.
As for Adara, the last couple of weeks, all she had been focussed on was seeing her parents once again and confirming that they were indeed safe.
For Lucius, he knew it was he who was leaving the isle, that sacred place where he had come back into the world, born of pain. It was a pain that he still felt acutely, deeply, and which he sought to resolve, once and for all, no matter how long it took. And now he stood on the threshold of that journey as he looked down at the few possessions his family had left to them - clothing, scrolls, military decorations, coin and his and Adara’s swords.
His skin felt hot and he removed his tunic to stand only in his short bracae, his mottle
