Meron

[Tifa Lockhart]

The Capital of Terrah. Once a thriving city home to the greatest builders, carvers and artisans in the Four Kingdoms. Known for its exotic architecture and beautiful gardens this city is where most of Terrah’s population resides. It has touched upon hard times economically since a new king came to power.

[Tifa Lockhart]

It was the start of a VERY bad day for Stephan. Then again, for quite some time now there'd been nothing BUT bad days for him. It started when his father's most trusted men had gone to fight in Lunorgo without his instruction. His father had been confused and angry, feeling that his loyalist men had fallen to treachery. He'd voiced his displeasure and had the men executed as was the law. The moment those men were gone, everything fell apart.

Stephan's uncle Algar had risen up, he'd amassed an army of men - the REAL traitors - and used them to seize control of the Kingdom. His first act as King had been to execute Stephan's father, making sure to do it right before his eyes, as an example. It had horrified the young boy to no end, watching his father's head roll down from the pedestal, eyes wide and staring. For a time he'd been safe Algar assuring him that he would raise him as his own. Stephan had never quite been a fool, realising that he was only around for as long as Algar did not grow bored.

It seemed that day had finally come, he'd been heading to the library when he overheard some of the guards talking.
"Algar fears he'll create a resistance, Dyrnwyn was loved by the people, and his son too."
"So what does he want us to do?"
"Stephan dies. Tonight. We're to make it look like an 'accident'."
"But he's just a boy!"
"Are you questioning his majesty's order?"
"N-No sir... tonight."
Fear gripped his heart, he dared not move until the guards were long gone, and then, he made straight for his chambers. He changed into some travel clothes and grabbed his sword and seal-ring, that would prove he was the Prince of Terrah. He then fled quietly to the kitchens, making sure he remained unseen until he got their.
"Mother Hen!" He called out to the stumpy head cook, who turned to him immediately, surprised to see him.
"What are you doing here, Stephan? You know Algar does not like you wandering where he cannot keep you under his eyes..." She seemed nervous, toying with the apron of her uniform.
"I must flee, he plans to kill me tonight." Stephan stuttered, he was trembling with fear and grief. First the death of his father, and now his own exile...
The cook began to weep, muttering prayers to Dalia, wishing for the return of a good king one day, "Here." She sobbed, passing Stephan a pack filled with supplies, "There's water a food. Seek out aid my Prince, do not remain alone." She then urged him out the back way, where it would be an easy dash across the courtyard to the palace stables.

He'd thanked her and run, going straight to fetch his faithful horse NightWhisper. The horse picked up his anxiety and began to fuss, Stephan hurriedly muttering calming words as he saddled his mount. Then he was off, riding as if he were simply out for a casual ride until he reached the gates of the city. When the open road stretched out before him he kicked his steed into a gallop, knowing he would have to ride long and hard to cross the Terran desert. He had plenty of water, and knew a special route that passed by my oasis's.
He had to seek out the one person who might help him, even if he did not know exactly where they had gone.

((Stephan moving straight to the Rift Rainforest))