Lunar Heart, Shadow Bound ✓ [when the moon lies]

Ch.41: A New Purpose

Daero shot up his paw. "Pour please. Good with mouse."

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A few hours later, Pinti stood in front of in front of the door that led into the Third Ring. In her arms she held a cloth bundle filled with white clover flowers. Her heart thumped against her chest in anticipation and nervousness as she smelled the fresh nature scents of home through the portal door. She looked at Daero and he gave a nod. Without a word, they entered the Third Ring.

The field grasses seemed a little taller, and the vast, bright blue sky seemed more peaceful and welcoming than she remembered. Tall brown grasses rippled and brushed against her waist as the wind flew over the field. The scents of the forest filled her lungs as she took a deep breath.

"I'll wait here," Daero said.

Pinti nodded and set off into the field. Even after so long, she still remembered the way home. Whiskers stiff, ears up and alert, she hurried through the grass eager to see home even if no one was waiting for her there. When she burst out of grass field, there lay the forest ahead with no gnarly, twisted trees in sight.

It was strange to see the forest without the tangleroot barrier corralling it. She grew up with the barrier. Now it seemed exposed and bare. Her whiskers quivered and she caught the scent of a squirrel. She followed the scent into the forest, brushing past undergrowth. Tree branches and bushes snagged her fur, but she didn't stop.

Soon, the arched tree branches appeared up ahead. Makiista was waiting for her. She imagined the broken houses, the muddy ground, the wet wood just the way she left it with the bodies of Kathula scattered around. Her father would be under the house beams and she would caress his head in her paws again.

With a lump in her throat, she came upon the edge of the forest, and stood stunned. 

Nothing was left of the memory. 

Makiista was overrun with nature. Vines had crawled over fallen houses. Moss blanketed every piece of old wood. Clan grounds where she used to play with her sister or with Kirlan, or walk with her father, were covered in flowers and herbs overgrown from gardens. Pinti bit her lip, almost angry at nature for changing Makiista so much.

Somewhere in the back of her mind, she knew there would barely be anything left. Still, she wandered in search for something of the past, but it was like everything had moved on from the Massacre, taking up a new life.

But memories are never forgotten. She bit her lip and opened her bundle to scatter white clover flowers all around clan grounds.

At last, she went up the hill to her house, imagining Tendri at her heels, imagining her mother greeting her at the top. The house was just a pile of wood with moss and flowers draped over. Where she knew her father was, Pinti could not get to with all the nature grown on top of the entrance.

Father, I'm here. I've returned. She closed her eyes, hoping her father's spirit could hear her. Memories flooded her mind with all those days he played with her, he taught her, he cared for her, and the way his eyes had shone with such pride and determination as he passed down the duty for her to be Shamala. It was the day his marking forever darkened and hers began to glow.

Now again, with a heavy heart, she let her mark glow and lay down some white clover flowers in front of her house.

I'm home, Father. It's over. Kathula will be protected now. She listened to the wind rustling leaves and to the birds singing between branches. A heavy paw rested on her shoulder.

"I believed in you, my daughter," came her father's voice. She whipped her head around with tears in her eyes, but there was no one there.

"Father!" she wailed for him with an aching heart. Tears cascaded down her eyes and moistened her fur. She sobbed into the white clover flowers she just laid. How she wished she could hug her family! How she ached for their warmth now at their absence. She imagined seeing them again. Her father would call her 'Poocha' and her mother would make Keibeck.

Tendri would be surprised how tall I am, she thought with a smile as her tears dried.

Just then, she heard a howl. There stood her former Saboteur at the foot of the hill in his wolf form with thorned wings. Pinti kept her distance as she made her way down.

"So, you're not my Saboteur," she said, bristling, showing she had no intention in making peace with him. "You have a name then?"

"Zar," he said. "If you must call me by name."

She scoffed. "Aurvandil chose you, a murd—"

"He chose us." He met her glare with one of his own.

She crossed her arms. "Heizak. What if I don't believe that?" she said, pursing her lips.

He mirrored her. "Then you are stuck in the past."

Pinti twitched her whiskers. She hated that he was right. It meant she was unwilling to move forward.

Zar opened his mouth. "I am going to join the High Collection as the Shaa representative. That is my path. What is yours'?" He passed her and disappeared into the forest.

"My path?" she wondered out loud. All her life, she had chased after something whether it be her father, Kalis, the Scepter of Tamido, or her want to return home. Having fulfilled them all, what was left for her?

Above was a vivid blue sky, the color of her fur. Barely visible, she spotted the band of light of the Fourth Ring and thought about the Kathula captured by Sorcerers and Kirlan. Did she have a chance at changing his fate? It wouldn't be easy. Then again, life wasn't easy and that was how it was meant to be.

"What's the next task at paw?" she asked herself as a smile spread across her lips. Feeling a new sense of purpose in her veins, she made her Lunar marking glow and the warmth of her Lunality flowed freely through her soul. Saying goodbye to Makiista one last time, she set off through the forest to start her next journey.

T H E  E N D

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