Apocalyptic Dreams

The world had been cast into a darkness that the yearling had never experienced before. Tremors that began subtle, and gradually increased until they became violent with each passing hour during the night. He hadn't slept all night, his senses screaming in every possible way. This wasn't right. It wasn't normal. Never before had he experienced such a thing, so it confused him that his mother was so calm throughout. Still, when she called for a party to go investigate, his curiosity would get the better of him, and so he went on the journey to Boreas to see what was going on. Despite the clear difference in weather between Auster and Boreas, it didn't seem to change the fact that the same strange, red glow was cast over the sky on both sides.

So when they arrived to their destination, his golden gaze widened in awe at what he saw. Strange spikes as tall as he could see reaching for the heavens. They looked ancient, and yet...he had never heard of nor seen them before. Had anyone? They certainly seemed new for his mother, too. Ears perked as Widow spoke, and despite his instincts screaming at him to turn around and go home, he ignored them as he cautiously approached one of the stone spikes. He could see strange things carved into their base, but he couldn't tell heads nor tails of it. "There's something here...but...I've never seen anything like it..."