Crimson

A top ranked strong willed warrior, Airi of the Sora Tribe never thought the mere mission she were to complete would reveal many secrets about her and the world. Within a world of magic and monsters, betrayals and loyalties, Airi is bound to be a part of the change. Sometimes one has to face their self in order to defeat the shadows that lurk within.
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It was dark.

Not without the chaste and pale night that gleamed with the empty, crusty moon, which shone a glimmer of red within its core. Unlike four years ago, this light that emanated from the moon grew and spread like permeating vines that spiral across the cold cemented grounds. The last four years, the light had dimmed to a stifling crimsonlike glare that even when it echoed into the woods, it uttered a silent whisper that nobody could hear. But the Berdea Tribe was one that lived within the nature of leaves and it was once said that they could hear the passage of the roots of the trees and the soil that foretold of the moonlight. They warned the four tribes about the whispering of nature that whence the prophetic child with the crimson mark came, would become the light that the moon dares desire. And all spells eternal flames.

If unkempt.