The muscles in Stevens legs burned as he struggled to keep up with the stronger, older, more experienced warriors in his group. He was a young man, and the group was making its way to what was to be his new home�. The home of Blackstone. It was one of the very first cities to be build in these times of restoration, and the only city for miles to come in the Kings Cross area. When the group arrived, King Felnek was there to greet the group to the tiny but growing city, welcoming Steven with open arms. As the Dragonscale guild grew, so did Blackstone. Walls were constructed, high level tradesmen were hired, and trainers of all sorts filled the city walls until it was a viable and prospering city. Alas, nothing lasts forever and the day came for Dragonscale to move on, leaving the Mother City of Blackstone behind, always to remain in their harts as their homeland��� Steven stands on the grassy grounds of Blackstone, Destynalia by his side. Moments ago, Wargallow turned the tree over to Dragonscale. The city looks different then when he saw it last, ravaged by time and war. As a vow to Wargallow, the city would be restored and not allowed to fall to ruins. For Steven was home, where he and his sister Cordelia spent their days as children, and young men and woman, in the city they helped grow, their homeland�� Blackstone. |