Hiding in the Shade

A trial is ahead of me, yet I wonder, is it simply I or the tribe that must face it? With empty eyes, I reach for the starry night, and I can see the Moon turning away from my voice. A steep ravine greets me, as I am forced to gently tap my hooves near its end. Terrified of falling, I must keep going. Otherwise, I cannot carry this responsibility to the end.

I can no longer find An?she?s shine through squinted eyes. His light is hidden by the clouds, and I keep asking myself if it is because I shy away from action, or if the Shadewalkers are somehow keeping him from me.

They haunt An?she?s Respite. Foul chants and the eerie feeling of dark rituals ache at my very soul. They must seek to twist our ancestors from their rest to serve their own lust for power and hatred. We all mourn the loss of Riverhorn, but theirs is a wrong choice. Travel north. Walk the path of my people and guide your own way. Although it pains me, they must be slain. Will you be the instrument of An?she?s justice?

His silence is deafening.

Pride and hatred blinded them into cunning yet mischievous powers. They chose to embrace young Lo?sho?s darker side. An appealing thing the rebellious sibling may be when the world itself seems against you.

The flow is shifting. Warmth makes my fur tingle. An?she is with us once more.