red is the color of the blood that flowed

there's a place inside me
where everything is dark
Dracun was not ignorant of the tremors and weird red glow coming from across the mountain. Granted, he hadn't spotted the glow himself, but he'd felt the tremors and the ravens were cawing about a red glow. Naturally, Dracun had to go and check it out without even considering to ask his parents. He imagined they were already there anyway, or else he just hadn't seen them on his way out.

A few of the ravens followed him, warning him, seemingly begging him to return but he wouldn't listen. They might have been mothers birds, but they were just birds. He could eat them if he wanted though, though to stay on Absinths good side he decided to do his best at ignoring them for now.

Approaching the multiple, tall, stone spires he looked up and wasn't sure if he could even see the tops of them they were so tall. It made the nearly yearling feel so small, despite seemingly growing to be one of the largest around. Certainly these didn't just appear overnight, but despite all the tremors and his real lack of knowledge in how nature works, Dracun wasn't fully convinced. Maybe they had just been hidden away the whole time, and the tremors revealed what had always been here? Seemed logical, but admittedly he'd never been around this area before, so his guess wasn't even educated.

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