The Suns Omen

The sun blinked down at us over the dark oaks that stretched for miles above. A coincidence, perhaps, or even fate making itself known.

A group of adventurers stands on the steps of a grand temple. The stone glistens in the last sunlight, watched by Celest Ortus-ancient guardian, resting since the beginning.

She has watched a thousand suns rise and set. But this is the first time the sun has blinked.

Pure silence. The birds have long gone silent-just as Celest, waiting since time began.

A white feather flutters down upon the cold steps-a sign of what's to come.