My vision began as such. I am standing on the vast plans of the Frostmoor, the winding ripping through my leathers and wolf skin cloak, the Winter Storms were in full force, creating a blinding white out, obscuring all to be seen for leagues around.
"Hello?" I would scream hoping someone, anyone would reply, my words drowned and choked by the winds.
Despite this disorientation, there was a beckoning from, somewhere... somewhere North. I began to travel to the unseen North. To find the source of this unseen summons.
"I'm coming!" My voice choked by the whistling wind. This time however, an answer was heard, a howling more fearsome than the wind.
Padding ahead was a great Beast, a beast larger than any that I had ever seen. It seemed to resemble a great wolf, for it has the legs and body of a wolf, but on it's head hung a crown of atlers. The Sister Moons and what seemed the host of the Hunt hanging in the mighty Pronged Cro-"
"The Hunt? The Sisters? What are you talking about?" Asked a very confused Dalae, her lavender eyes staring incredulously at the Ranger.
"The Sisters are What we call the Moons. And the Host of Hunters are the stars," Rhalgan said, hoping this brief explanation would suffice for the time being.
"The Beast led me Far North, farther than any place I'd ever been. Until it lead me to a Mountain, a mountain that dwarfed every other peak surrounding it. Billowing over and around this peak was a cloud. A cloud as red as blood. The beast then turned to me, and spoke."
"Vol ictirum ferrum Lok." It said.
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The Bush Tail
FantasyProlouge "Every tale of heroism and adventure always seems to begin with some abstract yearning of men," thought the man who called himself Bush Tailed. The tantalizing secret of his vision always seemed to elude him. His musings were interupted by...
