Book of The Lightborn: Rise

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 "Prepare yourself, Kilon, son of the Link. The light will lit up the heavens, as it will descend upon your brethren, disaster following it. Their light will fade, as it's light will grow stronger. Beware of what lies closest to you." The vision of a powerful entity followed the voice. It was flying up in the darkness of the sky, many brothers and sisters of Kilon's losing their light as they would fall and die, their life drained from them by this ethereal figure, lighting up the sky.

 "No! Let go of them, let them-" Kilon's vision was interrupted by Menoel's large hand on his shoulder, looking from below with a worried look, as Kilon was praying.

 "What did you see brother? Did the Creator speak with you?" Menoel asked with a concerned voice and look in his eyes, as Kilon placed his feet on the ground, slightly dizzy.

 "Yes. The Creator spoke with me, it also showed me a vision of the future, a dark and grim one." Kilon explained, his left hand on his forehead, trying to recount everything he saw.

 "Can you say? Or does the Creator want you to keep to yourself?" Menoel asked, preparing to leave.

 "I do not know. The Creator did not say, but maybe I should tell all of you of it." Kilon considered, gathering his stuff from the ground.

 "If the Creator did not say, maybe it's better to keep it to yourself. We do not know how us knowing will make it for better or for worse." Menoel added thoughtfully.

  Kilon, now that he could recall what he saw better, he agreed with Menoel. It was a Lightborn that which he saw on the sky. He couldn't imagine which of his siblings could do such a thing and why. But it was better to keep it to himself, the journey ahead would already be hard, telling his siblings of this would only create tension and unrest between them.

 "This is it, right, Kilon? You never brought us too close to it, and now that we're here, it really shows how terrifying this valley is." Eharel pointed towards the road ahead, as the mountains were piercing the skies and beyond. The valley, which Kilon called the Whistling Valley, stretched before them, about three thousand Lightborn waiting for Kilon's call.

 "Yes. This is the one. If I'm correct, at the end of it, there should be some warmer lands, where, hopefully, we can find our new home." Kilon wishfully thought.

 "Well, no point in waiting. We should get into formation. Although, I must ask, are you sure we can't just jump around like you did? It means we can travel much faster right?" Menoel curiously asked.

 "Yes, I'm sure. If we all were to jump around with the winds, some would inevitably jump into others. There's also those which aren't good at wind manipulation, so they could fall or be taken off by the winds without being able to dodge or escape." Kilon said wisely.

  With his words reinforced, the Lightborn prepared a formation which Kilon thought would work pretty good. The Whistling Valley stretched for a long portion of land. If it were just him, he approximated he could make it out in a sun or two at best. But, given the large volume of Lightborn present, it would take around three, four or maybe more suns to travel through. So, his solution was a formation which would "disable" the winds, so to speak. Most Lightborn which were able to manipulate wind, stood at the sides, front and back of the large group. Their job was to sway the winds in tandem, which, in theory should work. Into the valley, about one to two hundred could fit from one side to the other in a semi circle formation. They had around a thousand proficient in wind manipulation, so that could cover the back and front. The problem were the sides. They had to travel all at once for this to be successful, so the middle portion had about two thousand Lightborn, most of which were only so good at wind manipulation, while the thousand good at it had to stretch around the two not so good at it.