Chapter Fourteen

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I watch as the wolves, with their sleek fur and piercing eyes, gracefully move through the crowd, weaving through the throngs of creatures with ease. The dryads, with their vibrant green skin and delicate floral attire, dance amongst the trees, their laughter filling the air with a sense of magic and wonder. The cat-like creatures, with their sleek bodies and twitching tails, prowl through the shadows, their eyes glinting with mischief as they playfully chase each other.

The foxes, with their fiery orange fur and cunning eyes, mingle amongst the crowd, their cleverness evident in the way they effortlessly navigate through the bustling town. And then there are the many others; creatures of all shapes and sizes, each bringing their own unique energy to the festival.

I watch as they come together, united in their celebration of life and community. The scent of roasted and raw meats, and fruits and vegetables, wafts through the air, mingling with the earthy smell of the forest. The sound of laughter and music fills the night, creating a symphony of joy that warms my heart.

Wisps of light dance high above, a myriad of colors making the festival more enjoyable still. Wolves sing their songs of peace and hope, of battle and victory. The howling cacophony rises and falls, many diverse voices making it more beautiful. The songs they sing are many, but they blend together to make a ghostly song that echoes throughout the forest.

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Those that follow the Paths, either the Path of the Sentinel or Path of the Mystic, showcase their arts, sparring with each other in displays of skill that would make many humans look at the showcase of incredible skill in horror.

As I watch from my perch high above the town, I can't help but feel a sense of awe at the beauty and diversity of the creatures below. They may be different in so many ways, but tonight, under the light of the full moon, they are all united in their shared humanity.

And as I watch them revel in the magic of the festival, I know that this is a moment that will be cherished and remembered for years to come. I close my eyes and let the sounds and smells of the festival wash over me, feeling a sense of peace and contentment settle deep within my soul.

And as the night wears on, I know that this is a night that I will never forget, a night where the bonds of friendship and community were forged in the light of the full moon. The Wardens’ Guildhall is buried halfway into the hill, the adepts of all elements having come together to build a majestic artwork.

I breathe in the cool night air, enjoying the aura of happiness that surrounds the first-ever Festival of the Full Moon. Gazing into the distance, I look towards the large peaks that rest towards the northwest. The Frozen Mountains. “What lies in the mountains?” I ask, glancing at the cat that lays next to me. “Monsters.” Selene replies. “And dragons. Great beasts of many shapes and sizes.” Her silver eyes shine as she looks up at me. “You are not yet ready to face the creatures that live there. You must grow stronger first.” “But where will I find a worthy foe? None in this forest are strong enough.” The cat sighs. “There is one. A place Mother cannot control. You can ask her to guide you.” I nod. “Thank you, Cat.” “Of course, Dog.”