A circle of deer surrounded Quatar, their antlers clacking together with every motion of their proud heads. Their fur shimmered in the day's light. Some blinked their eyes in a quiet patience, while others turned their faces away from the small carcass, overcome by horror and disgust.
“What is it Uunumrayel. What is the message that the Fathers have sent you.” a speckle backed doe called in a subdued voice. Her big lupid eyes shining in the sunlight.
Taking a deep breath, Quatar reluctantly obliged. The news he had to tell them, was indeed a woeful tale. “The Father's have given me a dream, a great evil in the west is making a mighty pilgrimage, leaving a trail of blood behind. I saw the sun turn black, the grass and leaves whither, I saw the earth burn. This evil is no longer content to destroy their own lands, they have spread out, reaching with strands of death into the far reaches of the earth. They shall not go around us, but through us. They are coming. As of yet, I do not know how we can prevent the disaster of the west, but I do know this. If a short while, there will be no place to run...”
“Uunumrayel. There has never been such a danger in a thousand millenia. How can this be?” the speckled doe with the lupid eyes enquired.
“It is my believe that they it has always been, simmering, destroying the lands it nestled in, but now, as I have already said, it is no longer content.”
“What can we do?”
“I do not know. But I ask of you to be patient and give me time to consult with the Fathers. When I have gained an answer, I shall call you together once again. You have my word that I shall not rest until that day.”
“But Uunumrayel...”
The sun was now high in the sky as it's piercing light chased the shadows away. White puffs of clouds drifted by on an almost invisible breeze. It was going to be a hot day.