The morning mist had not yet scattered when they left Osborne Valley.
Gaga held its wings outstretched, gliding steadily beneath the clouds.
Ian sat on its broad back, the wind whistling past his ears and making his robes flap.
"Ian, where are we going now?" Gaga's voice echoed directly in Ian's mind.
"Home," Ian said. "Back to the Marcus territory."
"Your old home?" Gaga's heterochromatic eyes darted around. "Is there anything fun there?"
"Nothing fun," Ian paused. "But my family is there."
He took a Dimension Bag from his robes. Reaching in with his Spiritual Power, he confirmed that everything he had prepared the previous night was inside.
A few bottles of Healing Potion, some basic Alchemy Materials, and a bag of standard Magic Stones.
Most importantly, there was the box containing the family crest, and what lay within it.
'Father, Latour Marcus…' Ian closed his eyes.
