Duccidava and her quest

The Beginning

She left and the only thing she could focus on were her many unanswered questions. Just as a chant, she started walking slowly and she remembered her Balaur. Balaurul was her friend ever since she found its nest in the Forest of Sorrow. Although it had many heads and mortals were afraid of it, Duccidava felt they both were kindred spirits. The creature would for sure come to her rescue the minute it would feel she was scared or in danger. Even so, it was not easy to walk on the Road. Duccidava started to remember the blessings for the first inn she would stop at. After walking some days and nights, blessing the lands and the creatures, praying to the Gods and feeling the holiness of what being a bulwark meant, she got to the inn.The place was on the left side of the Road and mortals could not enter there without risking their lives. However, she was the daughter of Drago and the daughter of the Gods. As her father, she would drink blood and try to find a quiet place to reconnect with the Gods, while blessing the inn and those swampy lands. The innkeeper was the same from 2000 years ago, as he also inherited the place from his ancestors. A poltergeist approached her and asked for an audience. It was easy to recognize who she was, as she used her father’s cape and scepter. 

‘You have your quest and I have mine, almighty bulwark. I mean no harm; I just want to continue the journey with you. I feel like I might be of use and it would be my honor to serve you.’ said the poltergeist.

‘What is your given name?’ asked Duccidava

‘Zdavros, your holiness Dava.’ said the poltergeist

‘Zdavros, I have a long quest ahead and I must make many stops on the way. Why must you sacrifice yourself and join me? Aren’t there any other places for you to go?’ said Dava

‘There are many places and many things one could do, but all meaningless compered to this one. I have always dreamed of joining the bulwark.’ Said Zdavros

‘Very well then, our journey will start soon’ said Dava