A fragile dream in the making

Oath Morningstar moved cautiously through the Kamui Delta, his cyan eyes scanning the maze of tiny islands and murky streams. The brackish scent of the water hung in the air, heavy with the earthy aroma of wet soil. His crimson coat, almost magenta in the pale light, gleamed faintly as he navigated through patches of slick mud and shallow pools, careful not to sink into the mire.

The Delta was a strange place, teeming with life if one had the nerve to explore it. Prey was abundant, but so were predators, hidden beneath the muck or lurking in the dense foliage of the nearby islands. Oath wasn’t here for prey, though. His brother had been taken, and rumors pointed to the Kamui Delta as a place where outsiders were often held.

He paused at the edge of a stream, watching the water ripple with unseen movement beneath the surface. A flash of white caught his eye in the distance, but it was gone as quickly as it appeared. Could it be a sign, or just another trick of the light in this strange, forsaken place? Oath pressed forward, his instincts urging him to stay alert for any clues of his brother’s captors.