desert

Bishop Jean Latour was a man of unwavering faith, a faith that had guided him through the barren lands of New Mexico. On this particular day, which had begun as any other, he felt a strange heaviness in his heart. He had received a letter from his dear friend and fellow missionary, Father Joseph Vaillant. The letter spoke of Vaillant's failing health and his impending demise.

In the vast landscapes of Alagaesia, under the scorching sun of the Hadarac Desert, a young Rider and his dragon continued their relentless journey. Eragon and Saphira, bound by an indescribable bond, were amidst a journey that would alter the fate of their world.

In the hushed halls of the Villa San Girolamo, the chirping of crickets echoes amidst the devastation left by the war. The war may be over, but its impact remains indelible on the hearts and souls of those who dwell within these walls. Our unlikely companions, Hana, Caravaggio, and Kip, flutter around the figure lying motionless in the upstairs room, the English patient.