Role

Chapter 7

The passing of a faint wisp of light catches the eye. Visions of a small
spirit trail throughout the dreaming slumber. Unseen before the eyes of the
owl, the faint wisps of the scorching flames. Orenby awakens, somewhat
stupefied, unable to initially tell if what he's seen and sensed was a dream,
vision, or more. No memories of such a being come to his thoughts but clearly
they experienced a great pain.

As the fog begins to clear from his groggy eyes, he dashes up the mountain
thinking the spirit, of one of those children that suffered on the altar
before his Lady was saved, may be trying to reach him. As he climbed the
mountain side, he asks the other visitors if they'd heard or seen spirits but
none respond. By then, he's beginning to feel even more uneasy, more nauseous
and he's unsure what's going on but then, the clearest image appears.

Before him is a guardian of a forest, about the tiniest stature that he's
seen. It appears to be hurt and angry as it asks, why he hurt it, why he
caused it pain. This is when his heart drops. His breath nearly leaves him
and he drops to one knee just to catch his breath. He never knew.