"Can you see it too, Jill?"

The stars and the moon shone beautifully over the night sky. Clive lay on the shores of an unknown place out of strength, his life ebbing away. His gaze lifts to the moon as his thoughts wander to Jill. He may have lost everything, but a sense of fulfillment warmed his heart. Crystals and magic were no more, Valistheia was freed from the blight and its people could finally live in freedom.

He closed his eyes, expecting oblivion to take him. But he would wake in a similar, yet unfamiliar place. Structures of brick and metal towered over the horizon and what seemed to be horseless carriages moved swiftly along unfamiliar roads.

Despite the fatigue gnawing deep within his bones, he forced himself up to a sitting position. He gasped in surprise upon seeing left arm. It was still flesh and blood, not petrified as he last recalled. Holding his arm close, he surveyed his surroundings. It didn’t seem like he was in Valistheia anymore. Where in the world was he?

The sound of footsteps on the sand jolted him from his thoughts. His hand instinctively reached for the hilt of his sword.

“Who’s there?” He called out.