The altar

Xairo didn’t question Zagan’s request, which was odd to the Saxe boy- usually, his brother hated being bossed around, and would resist. But like Zagan, he must have believed in their Mother’s wisdom. They would do anything to bring her visions to life.

Once Xairo vanished over the cliffside, Zagan turned to the forest. The trees seemed to lean in, beckoning him forward, their branches swaying gently in the cold wind. The area was so remote, that he doubted anyone knew they were there- not that it mattered.

With a huff, Zagan crept back into the forest, vanishing into the undergrowth in search of his next item- the skull and feathers of a raven.

"Zagan Saxe"