It had been at least a full season since he’d lost track of Nikkal. They had been searching for the rest of their family when he sent her ahead with every intention of catching up within a day or two when he ran into Adhira. Their older sister had requested he tag along with her for a little while, and she was not one that could be denied. She had made her way off of Boreas with assurances that she would return once she had gathered the rest of her children and supporters. Gods only knew how long that would be. Achilleus had faith in her, believed in her and her way of life, but the corruption running through their lands and family had been much more far spread than they could have originally imagined.
He had washed up on a northern beach the day before, taking the night to catch his breath and dry off in the closest, warmest place he could find before setting out to search for his better half. He picked paths he thought Nikkal was likely to travel, hoping for the best with no real way of knowing where she was, or what part of the land she currently resided. The sight of glowing crystals and mushrooms, and strange fauna made him uneasy though, wondering what kind of place this was.
