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Falling Stars

Grier Country Outskirts

Dark descended that night. Finding them lying in piles as wolves. Recuperating from their physical and mental wounds.

A few sentries watched as darkness descended. For fear of another bout of Cimmerii attacking where they hid in Warlock Grove.

Deragan was one of those sentries. His men urged him to rest first. Knowing he couldn’t strategize in the state he’d been.

They were right. I was too exhausted to be useful.

And truth be told, too remorseful.

I led them into disaster. Like a fool. Now he was awake and alert. Vowing to himself to never be so rash again.

As he sat, his furred tail circling his paws for warmth, a vivid slash over the night sky caught his eye. A burst of light bloomed before zagging a strange pattern from the starry night. Falling in twirling whorls as though spinning, careening off into darkness as it plummeted to Ardae.

His brows drew together. I saw something fall like that many years ago…

Another blast of light and a far-off popping sound. The spinning light followed by another and another. All shredding the sky in lightening tendrils as they fell in the same direction, cutting the night with their vivid luminescence.

Watch for the stars. She’d said.

Deragan’s eyes narrowed. “Watchers?”

A low howl summoned his men to wakefulness who now watched the lights with him. As they stood shoulder to shoulder.

Deragan straightened into a man. His eyes never leaving those stars plummeting down. “Teverius!” He called. Summoning the white-haired man from the band. “Chart them. Then find them. Make a map of where they are so we can protect them.”

Tev gave a quick nod and backed from the Captain.

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