The Spirit Sage!

Mystro looked the the night starry sky with his bright purple eyes. Mystro lifted one paw and stared at the pawprint he had left. His pawsetps were so gentle yet they still had an impact on the earth. This world was still fragile, weak and vulnerable. Just like it was with his mother, it was now his job to protect what was remaining. He learned everything he could from his mother before she traveled to join the Great Sky Spirits. Now she watched over him like the rest of the Great Sky Spirits, guiding him and silently judging him among all the others. If he angered them he would know it soon enough but his mother went through an entire lifetime without angering them. It was his duty to do the same and honor the Great Sky Spirits like she had. His black and white fluffy tail brushed across the earth gently and his purple eyes were directed at the ground. He pressed his paw gently in the dirt and closed his eyes for a moment, feeling the earth as he did so. After a minute had passed he looked up to the Great Sky Spirits once more. His ears perked, and every so often, flickered as if they were picking up sound, although the area was eerie silent, not a sound to be heard. Mystro believed he could hear the Great Sky Spirits talk to him, he believed he could feel the Earth's pain and suffering with each pawstep he took just like his mother once claimed to do. He would follow in her pawsteps and help others as well as spirits of the dead to rest in peace, and travel to join the Great Sky Spirits. That is what he truly believed.