Duccidava and her quest

It was a bad day, and just like a bad omen, it started with subtle, yet obvious signs. It should have been time for Drago to leave this land and continue the Road, as many tribes and lands and seas needed the bulwark to bless them and their possessions. But he was done, his time to rest had come and now, his daughter had to step in and use all her might and power to embark on this journey alone, or so she taught.  Duccidava was told many times she will have to blend in and shed her skin each time she left a place and entered the Road again. The Road was not easy and she did not have her tribe to protect her. There would be many creatures and dangerous places she would have to stop during her blessings. Just because she was the new protector, it did not mean that all creatures will bow to her or even acknowledge her. When completing the Road and arriving back to Dacia, Drago tried his best to tell his daughter all the adventures and dangerous encounters he had to face, so as to prepare her. Nevertheless, one could never be prepared enough. The Road was different for each bulwark and it was up to Duccidava to make allies and be wise and prepared enough for everything and everyone she might encounter.  The fall came for Drago when he least expected it as he imagined himself as the Road traveler for much more time to come. It was the will of Gods that a new bulwark blessed the tribes and there was nothing he could do or say. At least it was his daughter, his beloved Duccidava, the daughter of a blessed spirit and of a vampire. She was not sure what she was. If you would ask her she would say she was both and neither. The time came and after a fall, there is always a new beginning…