A voice whispered, confirming her thoughts. These deer were a part of the wretched blight which cloaked itself over their world. They were cursed.
Journey felt an aching in her heart. Creatures of such beauty and might, cursed now of this land. A world who only seemed to offer heeps and heeps of misfortune without a promise of light in sight. Journey was beginning to realize in this life that Mythris was a wretched place of cruel gods only, with no end in sight.
The journeyman had no choice but to listen, determined like so many others to find end to their suffering. She ran, following after the flash of bright red - Alder, a single man of her own allegiance.
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