WttV Entry 1.2:
An hour went by. The gravel of the forest floor crunched under his armored feet. The stars shone down, unblinking.
Takanuva was beginning to feel restless. Striding on through the endless darkness, there was no destination, no real direction. He had no goal, other than getting out of the forest, and now he felt as if he were going in circles.
The trees seemed to gather more thickly around him as he went on, the branches lowering like twisted arms. It was an unsettling place, this forest. No sound disturbed the silence, other than the crunch of gravel and the mourning of the wind. There were no rahi here. Nothing at all.
It was a place that felt...left behind. Abandoned. Empty. A house with no inhabitants...
He shivered. Would the night never end? Perhaps here night was eternal.
”Ironic,” he thought. "They said I was supposed to drive out the night, bring a ‘new day’. Now I can’t even manage a flicker...”
He squinted, putting a hand out in front of him to push away the low-hanging twigs.
“A Toa of Light in need of a lightstone...” . . . Read on
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