The sky was a deep grey, an incoming storm's stomach rumbling in the distance. Nukpana stood outside of a large cave in the side of a mountain.
"Lord, what do we call this place?" Okhano suggested.
Nukpana looked ahead. "The prophecy says we will make the forests run with blood. I say we call this the Blood's Hearth."
The owls looked at each other, their faces covered with war paint.
"As the moon dies, my past self will die with it. Call me Lord Hopi."
His army looked at eachother and began to chant his name.
Nukpana closed his eyes and took in a deep breath. "That stupid bear gave us what we need. Now, all we need to do is take it."
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The Chronicles of Hototo, The Blood's Hearth
FantasyWar is imminent and on the doorstep of the Tyto Kingdom. There is a filth disrupting the peace of the kingdoms in the forest, and the owls need to find a way to purge it. But tensions grow high as no one knows who's fighting for what and what's wron...
