Book of The Lightborn: Rise

Enter: The Lands Between Mountains

The sun was setting in the east. By the hundreds, the Lightborn made their way out of the valley. The mountains went to the left and right, north and south. The air surrounding them, chilling and rich in nature. Unlike that in the Shivering Lands, the winds there had a pleasant cold to it. The kind of breeze you would enjoy in the morning, except it was continuous throughout the day and night. It was something they felt ever since they entered the passage between mountains, though, much more abundant in that open space.

They were all admiring the view. Vast, stretching lands with tall trees, grass, wild plants, small critters. The sounds were everywhere. Chirping of birds, here something jumping, there something running. 'Wild and loud,' Kilon thought to his delightment. These were the signs that life enjoyed itself in the open space, no great creatures to warrant silence.

"Is this what was promised?" Avaanel asked, her walk getting accustomed to the support of the antlers. She looked around, mesmerised by the beauty of these lands.

"Indeed it is," Menoel answered, standing at Kilon's right. His eyes were excited at the possibilities these new lands presented to them. Eharel, standing by Kilon's right, studied the environment for dangers. He was just as excited, yet he didn't want to acknowledge that their problems could be solved with such ease. Kilon understood each of their feelings. Excitement, wonder, fear. Those were things he felt when he first left the Link. His current instance though, wasn't like before. There was no feeling of deep loneliness and longing. It was all there for him. A place where the cold doesn't kill them, a place where wonder was abundant. A home, where they could rest and wonder.

"Eharel," Kilon shifted his sight down upon his brother. "Find the Sweepers, tell them to stop whatever play they're into, and aid us. Tell them I have proper action for them," Eharel switched glances with Kilon, then Menoel who wasn't paying attention to either, and left to find them. "Avaanel," he was looking behind, "take a few brothers and sisters of your choosing, explore the nearby area and test for the plants, critters and anything that has life to it. If something piques your interest, send it back," she snapped back into the moment, realised what Kilon said by thinking a little, then obeyed. "Menoel," he shifted his sight more towards his shoulder, where Menoel almost reached with his head, "test the trees, plants, anything. See which of these living things wishes to grasp at our light, and which wishes to steal it from us.". Menoel shortly glanced at Kilon, acknowledging his task, then stared some more at these lands.

Kilon patted Menoel on his shoulder, then went between the Lightborn, assigning them tasks. From groups to keep watch of their surroundings, to scouts to understand the terrain better. Everything had to get in order, before they could start travelling once more. For he didn't want to settle where they came through. He wanted a place better surrounded by mountains, and towards south, the mountains seemed to curve slightly towards east. It wasn't a guarantee, but if his wisdom was to be trusted, then that could mean those mountains surrounded the south towards east, providing a sheltered place.

The Sweepers made themselves present, but they were gestured to wait. Kilon was looking at the hand of one of his brothers. It held dirt in it, but when Kilon was told to take some and taste it, he felt a strange taste to it. Lightborns liked to taste, smell, feel, hear and see anything that was new. That stood true for the earth beneath them. This proved to be an effective way to understand their environment. So, when Kilon felt the dirt on his tongue, he felt something almost melting on top of it. It was a rough, cutting metal. To their tongues though, because of the light that healed their bodies to the smallest degree, when that metal cut their tongues to a microscopic level, it made their tongues taste something. It was the reaction between the energy of their light, melting the small metal particles into their tongue.

"We're here Kilon," Avunaia stated, losing her patience. "But if you're too busy, we can come bac-".

"Don't test me, Avunaia," Kilon commanded, his voice firm and strong, his back turned to her group. "I heard you formed a group to 'find' things before others.". He shifted gallantly towards them, "Do you care to explain, why would you want that?" his eyes filled with a calm light, too calm.