The days had brought only aimless wandering and with no place to turn but forward, Theon kept up his travel. There was no direction these days, no path to show him the way, no one that could decipher the meaning of his seemingly meaningless visions. But they plagued them and no matter where he went, he could find no rest from the nightmares of the drowning man, of the visions that he was powerless to prevent, and the restlessness that came with it all.
He was drawn to the north, to the cold, and somehow he'd found himself away from the mountains of Serendipity. The horse he'd found, already middle-aged in its years, and tired, had died days ago at the base of a mountain, falling to it's end. Theon did not mourn for the animal longer than he had to before Jouzan drew him to continue traveling. He couldn't help but think in the uselessness of Jouzan, who told him the answer would come in the miles he walked. What answer, he would ask. How would he know when he found it? And who would show him the way? Jouzan would only caw and say he would know when it came. How would he know when he didn't even know what to look for in the first place?
Nothing, nothing. Only the breath of the wind. It took almost a month to travel over the Kilanthro mountains as the locals called him. He had no money, almost no food, and the waterskin at his side was growing empty. Theon used Lohengrin to give him hope, the only thing the sword could provide at this moment, and he meditated for a while when he entered the Sirantil Valley. Making his way further north, Theon viewed the surroundings about him. Surroundings that seemed strange in a place like this.
Bones. Lots of them, littered the grassland. They were far apart but the further away they got from him, the more they seemed cluttered together. "A valley of bones," he breathed as if the sight itself was familiar. Theon stepped closer, the hooded crow taking a perch on his shoulder. Ahead of him was an opening to a cave, shadowed severely by the falling of evening. He felt a chill go down his spine and he stopped his trek toward the opening. Something reached out to him, a chilling boom that deafened his ears and he fell to his knees. His head began to churn inside itself and he cried out as a nausea hit him like never before.
After a few moments, he regained himself and crawled away, breathless and got as far away from the cave as he could. "What is wrong?" Jouzan asked.
"I do not...not know," Theon said haggardly. "Something is not right here."
He kept his eyes on the ground before he turned his head up, hearing something on the wind, something lighter. People were talking nearby... Theon could hear a voice on the wind and as his eyes followed a gust, they soon landed on a woman and a horse. She fell to her knees and he could hear sobs, if only faintly. He jogged his way nearby, fearing she may be hurt or worse. "Milady," he said, looking at her with curious violet eyes. "Milady, are you hurt? Please don't be hurt." Theon stopped a few feet away from her. "You shouldn't be here."
