I have left my home of Qui Nhon behind. I walk along the coast, the ocean crashing onto the shore. This is not the sea of my childhood, but it is close enough. Close enough to make me think of home. Do my sisters miss me? Do my brothers miss me? Will my mother mourn for the daughter she kicked out? I will never know.

-Three Weeks Later-

Tam Ky welcomes me, not knowing what I've done, who I am. Women dance in the streets, music ringing in the air. I stopped at an inn, sleeping a full 6 hours for the first time in two weeks. I need to get to Fenzi quickly, before my mother reports me as a disciple of Shijie. I will be a wanted criminal, and there will be orders to kill on sight. The last disciple of Shijie met a gruesome fate. He was a disciple of the earth, and the people of the town that caught him decided to use the earth against him. They knocked him out and when he woke up, he was too weak to control the stones that were crushing him to death. The Emperor issued an order that if a disciple of Shijie was caught, whoever caught them was to use their own power against them. A fire disciple would be burned to death, a earth disciple stoned. An air disciple would be pushed off a cliff of great height, and a water disciple would be drowned. It has already been three weeks, an announcement is sure to come out soon. It will be obvious I am traveling to Fenzi. Everyone in Vietnam will be out for my blood.