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The wind pushed back Garlatha's long, lucious curls behind her head as she flew on Troubles' back. Down below she saw River Unceasing, the line that devides the Colored Lands, from the Blighted Lands. Long ago, once the Dark Hills were created, a terrible, evil soul named Dagda released a Blight. A Blight roams out through landscapes, sucking all the life that is left. Having the queen and king of the White Castle coming into power, they were able to use the Galator to keep away the Blight. She flew over the Rusted Plains, the color of the soil looking like dried blood. Trees from planted orchards withered away and dead. Soon enough she saw the Haunted Marsh, near the Lair of Domnu in the Dark Hills. Down, she jolted Trouble and soon the large amber hawk stopped, his talons digging into the soil ontop of a hill. Garlatha hopped down, looking around. All she saw was darkness. No light, no life, no color. These were, indeed, the Dark Hills in the Blighted Lands. Quickly, feeling a pressence nearby, she turned to her left. There she had noticed black, devil wings. These were the ones in the Shadowed Path stories. It was a Ghouliant. Her eyes widen as she stummbled backwards, Trouble glaring at the unknown creature. It was, in fact, a Ghouliant. The creature climbed up the hill, coming face-to-face with Garlatha. "You. Your from the White Castle...in Druma Wood of the Colored Lands. What buisness do you have here, 'princess'?" She snarled at Garlatha. Her long black hair tipped with bright red up in ponytails on both sides of her head, curled delicately. Her eyes a bright, devil red. She wore a red and black corseted dress and red and black boots. Her skin pale, though not as quite as pale as those from the White Castle. "A Ghouliant...? So the stories are true...Ghouliants do exist." The girl rolled her eyes and crossed her arms in disgust. "As real as you, child. Now I shall ask again: What buissness do you have here?" Garlatha straightened her back, Trouble staying close to her side. "I am a princess of the White Castle, and my name is Garlatha. I'm a Elven Fincayran. I've come here to learn more of the Shadowed Path, more than I can know from the stories and books I have read." The Ghouliants' eyes seemed to lighten up a little, but not too much. "Is the queen or your sister aware of your location?"
"No...I had my sister believe I was flying back to the castle, but I was running away from a ball I must attend, to come here to the Blighted Lands myself. I wish to learn more, for this may be the path I want to follow instead of the White Path." The Ghouliants' eyes grew stern once more, glaring at her coldly. "How can I know you are not a spy for the White Castle to overule us here in the Blighted Lands?"
"You must trust me, for I have no way of proving to you. I merely wish to learn, is all. I have no intention of following the White Path, those ways are too delicate and ridiculous. That is not how a queen should rule. The ways of the Shadowed Path is the way to rule correctly. I want to help take over all of Fincayra so it is under the rule of the Shadowed Castle." The Ghouliant sighed lightly taking a few steps forward. "If you really do wish to help, then I shall trust you." Garlatha smiled walking up to the Ghouliant. "Oh thank you-"
"But...if what you are saying is all a lie, about wanting to help us rule all of Fincayra, I will thrust Deepercut into your very being, and before you die, we will throw you into the Cauldron of Death. Now...is everything you have stated true?"
"Everything is true. I don't care if I deceive my mother or sister, their meerly fools. Just a bunch of ants thinking they can rule everything." The Ghouliant grinned evilly, believing her. "Alright, Garlatha. I am Rhita Gawr, close to King Stangmar of the Shadowed Castle. Welcome, to our side."