BETHESDA ,

Central District,

The Inner Ring,

2420AA,

Havillah looked around her living room one last time and turned around to walk out. Her brown Triban robes swishing and swashing behind her even as the golden thread that embroidered its edges glinted in the light that the crystals provided.

To walk or to fly? The thought weighed heavily on her mind even as she walked out of the house and sealed the door one last time. There was no ritual to it seeing that her ...