Chapter 13

The boat docked a few kilometres from the northern entrance of Stygian. This left just enough time for my brain to tell me to throw myself off of the horse. A nice sharp rock should hopefully be available in the next few seconds. Not that apologizing to the humans was that bad. I even thought it a fair solution after I had caused them such a headache. But now I simply seemed a spoiled brat who wanted to rebel against my father. Cause mischief in the city so that he may finally pay me attention. That was further from the truth. A shop keeper just didn't want to sell Cyra and I clothes because we looked like whores and thought she could get a kick out of it.  There was nothing I could do to appease a tyrannical dress shop owner except maybe work in her boutique for free for the rest of my life as to 'pay off my debts'.

Father had also grown extremely quiet, only muttering to me that we would enter Stygian within the next few minutes. As if I couldn't see the looming gates.