Kintla Flatlands forever in shadows

@Atticus

The sky darkened at each step the grizzled old male took. The hairs greying with age along his muzzle shone bright, with the light coming from the white ring. He had seen these shadow feasts before, it never caused harm in itself, but it opened up a way for evil to run rampant. He remembered by gone days of battles fought beneath the black moon.

His limp was getting heavier as he walked, he felt the age now in his bones and in his soul. It had taken all his will power and all his strength to travel this far. he could not believe his little tree had made it this far. He'd been tracking her for days weeks even, he needed to be sure she was ok, make sure she was safe and happy. He missed her so much. He stood still poised, cutting an impressive figure, but he bowed his head. He missed his daughter yes, but he also needed to be the bearer of bad news. His beautiful spring flower her mother was no more this world, the heavens and the ground had claimed her.

He lay his weary body down with a sigh, his age creeping into his bones. The hillock overlooked the lower flatlands and he felt peace.