The power struggle in Moladion seemed to be shifting as unpredictably as the sands of Glorall's landscape. Years ago, what had transpired in Iromar would have caused a revolt - wars had been waged for far lesser transgressions than the murder of a Queen. Though Aster had been unable to explain what had happened entirely, she had shared with me what she knew. And now my young niece had taken her leave of Glorall, to join her friend Halcyon in ruling Asteraia. Perhaps friend was not the right word...though I did not pry, it seemed that there was something more between the two young wolves. Though Halcyon's stint as ruler in Iromar had not lasted long, I wished them both well in this renewed attempt. Aithne had seen something in him, and I respected that.
As I moved away from the borders of Glorall, traveling to the northeast, I lifted my gaze to the far northern shores of the bay that I had not looked upon in more than six years. I had met Halcyon's mother, Rhae, to build a relationship between Iblis and Tesseract's packs. Sunlight filtered through the clouds, seeming to illuminate the distant rolling hills in a way they had not been in many years. Halcyon had brought things full circle - ruling the lands his father had founded. Perhaps I would soon make the trip once more, to arrange some kind of treaty on behalf of Eden. For now, however, I travelled only as far as the fields to the north of Eden's territory.
Once more, I had left the pack lands with the intent of traveling west to seek out the final resting place of my brother, to truly say goodbye to him. But my paws had carried me north instead, delaying the trip for another day. Something at the very core of my being drew me towards the fields. I had no name for the sensation, no explanation for it, and perhaps that was why I gave into it so easily. The unknown intrigued me, for I always sought to further my knowledge of the way the world around me worked.
The tall grasses parted around me as I trotted across the landscape, paws light and all but silent in their movements. Violet eyes cast slowly around me, aware of my surroundings as my ears pinwheeled atop my skull. The taller grasses eventually gave way to the shorter variety that grew closer to the lake, and as I moved out into this more open expanse I lifted my head and looked to the side. A low, gruff voice caught my attention, bringing me to a stop as my ears pricked forward. I did not catch the word, only the faint sound of his voice, but something about it intrigued me. Taking a single step forward, I spotted him a short distance away, head lowered towards the ground. His scarred face turned towards me for the first time, and all I could manage was a soft,