Lukohé sat on a log in the middle of camp. He drew in the dirt with a stick as he waited for Hika to finish talking with a few members of the tribe after her address. The flames from the fire pit that the meeting took place around danced and crackled a few feet in front of him. Hika sat on the log next to him and admired the squiggles he drew in the dirt. "Why are you still hanging around here?" She asked, giving him an encouraging smile. Lukohé pushed his glasses back into place. "Can you tell me about my mom?" Caught off guard by the question, Hika hesitated. Lukohé looked up from his squiggles and continued. "I don't remember her too well. And the things I do remember are from what Kaba told me." Hika pulled a dagger from her boot. "Your mother is the fiercest warrior I have ever met. This dagger was hers. She gave it to me when she left. She said "Use this to protect my boys, but I want it back when I return." She loves you two more than anything. Which is why she and your father volunteered when Thuren Bahn's forces came looking for recruits. Those two are worth more than a thousand men. They are the reason why no one else had to go fight in that monster's senseless war." Hika held out the dagger and Lukohé took it. He examined the hilt before attempting to pull it from its sheath. As the blade became exposed, a powerful gust of wind blew the flames of the fire pit out. It almost knocked Lukohé off the log as well but Hika grabbed him and stopped him from pulling the dagger all the way out. "What was that?" Lukohé asked while adjusting his glasses. "Well." Hika began. " This dagger is one of The Anemoi. Four magic blades that can sway the wind. One of your parents' goals is to find them all." Lukohé's eyes sparkled in amazement. "Wow. Really? I've read a story about The Anemoi. They belonged to the old hero Aeolus." Hika smiled. "Yes. This one is called Zephyrs, The Toxic Squall. It's the blade of the west wind." "This is so cool. How did my mom find this?" Hika began to answer but was interrupted by her daughter. Lukohé quickly stood up and straightened out his shirt. "Oh hi Eunell." Eunell waved at him. "Hey Lu. I was actually looking for you." Lukohé stood up straighter. "You were?" "Yeah. Kaba is acting a little strange. You might want to go check on him." "Oh, okay. I'll go make sure everything is okay with my brother. He gets this way sometimes. I'll catch you later." Lukohé replied with a false bravado as he walked with his chest poked out towards his tent.

"Kaba?" Lukohé called out as he entered the dark tent. He fumbled around in the dark trying to light the oil lamp. When he finally did, the sight of his brother startled him. Akhkaba was on his knees holding open the strange book he'd been carrying around. But instead of reading it, his head was tilted back. His eyes wide staring up and his mouth was left gaping. It was like his face was frozen in a terrified scream. "Kaba? Kaba!" Lukohé called out. He walked over and tried to shake him out of this trance. But to no avail, Akhkaba didn't budge. Lukohé looked down at the book his brother held in his hands and felt a strange numbing sensation coming from it. Sensing it might be the reason his brother was in such a state he tried to pull it out of his brother's hands. But it didn't move. He braced himself to pull harder but Akhkaba's head snapped forward causing Lukohé to fall back tearing out a page from the book as he fell. Akhkaba had an otherworldly look in his eyes that Lukohé didn't recognize. As Lukohé scooted back away from his brother he didn't notice the torn page he gripped melt into his hand. The symbols from the page crawled up his arm and soaked into his skin. Akhkaba's skin started to turn a pale gray. "You wretched little welp!" Akhkaba's bones cracked as his body twisted and contorted. However his head and gaze stayed fixed on Lukohé. "You must be Lukohé. Yours is the first of many spirits Impetigo shall devour." As Impetigo spoke, his facial features began to melt away. His eyeballs boiled and oozed out of his skull. His ears and nose decayed away from his head. His hair fell to the ground in a pile around his knotted body. Until all that was left was a sharp toothed grin that stretched the entirety of his grotesque head. His limbs cracked and popped as he stood up, now three times taller than he had previously been. Hunched over so he could fit inside the tent his long bony arm reached out to grab the terrified Lukohé who was paralyzed with fear. The symbols that had melted into Lukohé's right arm reappeared and began to glow. Before Impetigo could grab hold of him, golden sand sprung forth from the ground and covered Lukohé's body. The sand pulled him into the ground and he was gone. Impetigo growled to himself and placed his thin bony hand on the book and it melted into his putrid gray skin. A black shadowy mist leaked from his maw and snuffed out the lamp as he made his way out of the tent.

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Among the round boulders just outside the Kikoba desert, the golden sand poured out of the ground and then soaked back into it leaving Lukohé sitting there in the same position he was in inside the tent. "Where am I?" He said confused and scrambling to his feet. He looked around for a second until he recognized his surroundings. "How did I get here? What happened to Kaba?" His line of thinking was disturbed by the distant screams coming from his tribe's camp. Without thinking he sprinted in that direction. A few minutes later he arrived, but the camp was silent. He made his way to the center of camp towards Hika's tent. As he walked in between the empty tents the ground became wet and muddy. He finally made it to the center of camp to the fire pit where Hika gave her addresses. Lukohé froze in horror at the sight of his tribe's torn, shredded bodies littered around the fire pit. The ground was soaked in blood. He realized that his tribe's blood was causing the wet muddy sensation. He waded through the blood and bodies until he came upon Eunell's head and torso. Her limbs had been torn from her body. He fell to his knees causing some blood to splash on his face. He stared at Eunell's lifeless expression in a numb daze until his attention was disturbed by the golden sand that sweated out of the blood soaked ground and formed a trail that led over to a pile of bodies taller than he was. He blankly stared at the hill of corpses until he noticed at the top was the mangled body of Hika staring at him, her face forever frozen in anguish. The golden sand formed a pillar that lifted the Zephyrs dagger out of the puddle of blood and positioned it in front of him. With no light left in his eyes he took the dagger and the sand swirled around him and formed an arrow that pointed back towards the desert. He turned and, like a zombie, walked into the desert leaving the mangled remains of the entire Fohgeri tribe behind him.