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Month
of High Summer, Second Day, 3000 V.C.
Elainia found what she
was looking for. The ground was covered with hundreds of tracks of all
sizes and shapes, but as far as she could tell, none of them were prints
of recognized animals.
Astania closely examined
a set of tracks that appeared to have been made by a creature with
clawed hooves. "Look at this! There must be hundreds of them!"
Elania studied a similar
set of footprints. "Judging by their sized, shape, and depth, I
would estimate that this creature has six legs and weighs fairly close
to six hundred pounds."
"But where did they
all go?" Riana asked in worried confusion. "There is no way
that we just missed them in the middle of the night! Even had they
flown, we should have seen something."
"I don't like this
at all," Astania added with growing apprehension. "I smell
something odd, something dead, and something else, old, yet some how
familiar . . ."
"Something of Chaos
is what you smell, something I had never hoped to smell again in my
lifetime," Elania said. "Ladies, it is time to ride; we have
seen enough. This is no single Demon out for a stroll; this is an
invasion from the Realms of Hell! We must reach Ocean's End with
Godspeed and warn them of the true approaching storm."
"What is it?"
Astania asked, as the three of them leapt back into their saddles.
"What could make so many tracks?"
"Ever seen a Demon
horde?" Elania asked Astania.
"No," Astania
replied nervously.
"Well, you may just
get your chance; it seems that we are now somewhere in the middle of an
invading force."
Without further
conversation, the three Sisters of the Hunt rode north with the speed of
the wind.
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