The call rang across the pine forests; echoing within the mists and reverberating off the mountains.  I held no quarrels with anyone who called this place home, but if no one were to claim Her than it would fall onto my shoulders. 

I wait, and wait, and wait some more.

Allowing five days and five nights to pass before I grow restless.  Clearly this place has been abandoned fore I have seen or heard anyone, cept the Jackal half decayed in the forest.

My regal head turns slowly left, then slowly turns right.  Only the burning of the eternal flame pine is my company. 

Then it is settled.  

I begin my walk to Straia's tree, bowing my crown so that the blood that drips from my eyes may fall upon the earth and be my contribution to the land.  My silent vow to care for Her, protect Her, and guide Her to greatness once more...

Kreed