Lost Creek Hollow See how breeze and grass do play

Whether his answer was adequate or not, Aquillius did not push for more explanation. He followed quietly behind Crowfeather. The duo passed through the hollow at a steady pace. The trees cast a natural shade on the ground. In some places, the boughs would part to reveal a spotlight that illuminated the earth in sunlit orange.

The dark star found the water that would lead them to the cave of stars. At the mouth of the cave, Crowfeather glanced toward the boy. He could not help but to see Germanicus in his stare. It made his stomach flutter, his heart pound.

How could Ruenna have left her family?

I come from a place that is far from these lands. It is a place where the water and the stars touch. Our clan found a way to- to speak with them. Crowfeather's eyes shifted toward Aquillius' paws. The stars. He did not want to see the flicker of disbelief that would mark the boy's features.

This cave will let us speak to them. The stars- They will show you things.

It was difficult to explain this process to an outsider. Crowfeather could feel his stomach clench in nervousness and doubt. Aquillius was not part of the clan. The stars might deny him any contact, any help. It wasn't acceptable to have an outsider walking among the stars.

But he was Germanicus' son.

I will not see the things you see. The visions that they reveal… they are only for you.

And they are not always pleasant.

Are you ready?