" Come about the rabbit Tribes, waiting are the five. Shadows hide in every turn, but never look behind. The war will come, The Tribes will fight. You must choose of what is right. The Tribe of fifth shall never waver. Born was one to be their savior. " The old Fyiren recited in a hoarse whisper. After what seemed like a lifetime, Kestrel turned his head away from the stars, and stared meaningfully in Firal's eyes. " Now take these words, young Firal, and bring forth the fifth Tribe to save them all. " - / - - / - - / - - / - - / - - / - - / - - / - - / - - / - - / - - / - - / - - / - Firal, a Fyiren outcast from the Tribe of Grassplain, is destined to save them all.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - You know that one moment when you have this cool character and like a whole story planned out for it and your thinking of actually writing the story And then you accidentally create a whole new character at school and now all you can think about is the new one? - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Art by - @Tycicle Music - I don't know. I found it in the project I made before 3.0 that held all my backpack stuff so it wouldn't be lost in the update.
