Meadowlark Prairie red lights

He was often transfixed on the concept of death; more importantly, his role in the ruination of others. The enemies of Moonspear would learn to fear him, to loathe him, but most of all respect him and his might. But for now, he was watching the birds. These tiny creatures, useless by all accounts, that played in the meadow without a care; a part of him might have been jealous of their freedom, as if he were chained to Moonspear and unable to feel the same way. Revui knew better. He could go anywhere, do anything, as his adventure to the west had proven. Yet still he watched them dance, twist, careen by him and away — Revui, watch out!

The boy was jarred away from his observation. The voice of that incessantly happy newcomer spilled forth, cutting through whatever fog had descended upon him, and while he didn't want to be forced to interact, he could not ignore the note of panic in her voice — yet as he turned, he saw the white giant. It looked like a small mountain as it lumbered along; equipped with a jagged hump that reminded him of Moonspear's own peaks, it was the largest living thing he had ever seen, and it was coming straight for him.

It was rare that Revui feel afraid; rarer still that he give in to such a foolish reaction. Yet the closer the giant got, the less sure he felt - and his limbs felt like lead. Revui couldn't move, and stared, looking more like a frightened child than a warrior.