Chapter Six
RevelationsPeter Stert pushed his hand through his mop of limp, mouse-brown hair. He almost never left the remote cabin he called home, not unless it was absolutely unavoidable. To help keep his interactions with anyone to a minimum, there were people who would deliver any wares he required. Such things were a necessity.
During his training with Amelia he had gained some control over the visions. It had been needed in order to allow the Mystics the strength required to force Paion's monstrous tower beyond their own realm and deep into The Betwixt. He still needed to hone his control, but was reluctant to further his training until he had mastered the exercises she had given him.
He walked through the busy courtyard of Albeth Castle, a place bestowed the moniker of Oureas' R
