The shadows danced with the starlight as the sun hid away in the western sky. Eon would find himself walking through a forest of evergreens, their branches shivering in the breeze blowing in from the east. Beside him were wisps of light to guide his way. Eyes peered at the path ahead, studying it - had he been here before? He wasn't entirely sure he was familiar with this forest, and he wasn't sure how he got here, either. He could feel the cold chill of anxiety trying to make him shiver like the branches overhead. It was warning im to take a few deep, calming breaths. Tsillah had brought him here for a reason, and it was up to him to decipsher it.
On the breeze, there was a familiar scent. Enya…? She was here too, or at least had been here recently. He felt calm, the anxiety replaced with curiosity as he started down the trail. As he traversed deeper into the treeline, their branches began to block out the starlight. The wisps that floated beside him were now the only source of light—still, he continued deeper, compelled to find where it would lead him.
Moments ticked by as he paced himself, there seemed to be nothing but darkness ahead until - a spark of light? Huh? He'd move forward, paws careful not to trip on the winding roots that now littered the path. Had he imagined it? No, there was another - and then, another.
Soon, he found the path lit by what must have been a million fireflies…. In winter? Something wasn't right here. Was he dreaming?
He felt his only option now was to follow their lights. He'd hide his own and follow the twinking insects further down the winding path until - bam! He hit a transparent wall of… glass? He stepped back, confusion washing over him as he stared ahead momentarily. Why was there a wall here? How far up did it go?
Spreading his wings, he'd begin to fly skyward to investigate. It seemed the glass kept going higher and higher until - he'd hit the top. He was trapped.
He began gently fluttering back downwards until he felt his paws hit the frost-bitten ground. He'd release another deep breath as he tried to collect himself and his thoughts. He knew two things for sure. 1, this was a dream, and 2, some message needed to be deciphered, … but what?
The wisps of light were subconsciously summoned to his side, and he saw its light reflected upon the towering glass wall. He stared momentarily at their hazy reflection before a cold breeze blew in his direction. He could make out the voice on the wind -
"The enemy wants to capture an ancient power - we cannot let them. Find it before they do. "
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His eyes shot open to the familiar sight of his cave. Relief washed over him, but he couldn't allow himself to relax completely as he thought over the dream he had just been given and all the little details, searching for clues that could help him. He then remembered Enya's scent within the forest, and he instantly knew she was important to this quest somehow.
Despite the exhaustion clawing at him, begging him to curl up and sleep longer, there was no time for hesitation. He'd pad himself over to the edge of the cliff, overlooking the darkness wrapping the world in its soft blanket. The intensity of the shadows told him dawn would be breaking within a few minutes, bringing with it light and color to the world—not that he had a moment to spare and wait for it.
Spreading his wings, the canid leaped off the cliff, catching a breeze that elevated his pace as he scouted the ground below for any scents of the Monarch. He wasn't entirely sure where he could find her at this time, but he knew he had to try.
On the breeze, there was a familiar scent. Enya…? She was here too, or at least had been here recently. He felt calm, the anxiety replaced with curiosity as he started down the trail. As he traversed deeper into the treeline, their branches began to block out the starlight. The wisps that floated beside him were now the only source of light—still, he continued deeper, compelled to find where it would lead him.
Moments ticked by as he paced himself, there seemed to be nothing but darkness ahead until - a spark of light? Huh? He'd move forward, paws careful not to trip on the winding roots that now littered the path. Had he imagined it? No, there was another - and then, another.
Soon, he found the path lit by what must have been a million fireflies…. In winter? Something wasn't right here. Was he dreaming?
He felt his only option now was to follow their lights. He'd hide his own and follow the twinking insects further down the winding path until - bam! He hit a transparent wall of… glass? He stepped back, confusion washing over him as he stared ahead momentarily. Why was there a wall here? How far up did it go?
Spreading his wings, he'd begin to fly skyward to investigate. It seemed the glass kept going higher and higher until - he'd hit the top. He was trapped.
He began gently fluttering back downwards until he felt his paws hit the frost-bitten ground. He'd release another deep breath as he tried to collect himself and his thoughts. He knew two things for sure. 1, this was a dream, and 2, some message needed to be deciphered, … but what?
The wisps of light were subconsciously summoned to his side, and he saw its light reflected upon the towering glass wall. He stared momentarily at their hazy reflection before a cold breeze blew in his direction. He could make out the voice on the wind -
"The enemy wants to capture an ancient power - we cannot let them. Find it before they do. "
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His eyes shot open to the familiar sight of his cave. Relief washed over him, but he couldn't allow himself to relax completely as he thought over the dream he had just been given and all the little details, searching for clues that could help him. He then remembered Enya's scent within the forest, and he instantly knew she was important to this quest somehow.
Despite the exhaustion clawing at him, begging him to curl up and sleep longer, there was no time for hesitation. He'd pad himself over to the edge of the cliff, overlooking the darkness wrapping the world in its soft blanket. The intensity of the shadows told him dawn would be breaking within a few minutes, bringing with it light and color to the world—not that he had a moment to spare and wait for it.
Spreading his wings, the canid leaped off the cliff, catching a breeze that elevated his pace as he scouted the ground below for any scents of the Monarch. He wasn't entirely sure where he could find her at this time, but he knew he had to try.
