![]() ![]() Wild Caroc prophesied burning blood, sparking hooves and a tongue of flame: a colt born at moondark out of a wyvern’s belly and sired by the summer stars. The crescent moon would mark his brow and a white star one hind heel. Zod the dreamer called this warrior-to-come the Firebringer: black as the dark between Alma’s eyes on the coldest of cloudless midwinter nights. ![]() The unicorns claimed this deserted Vale, and here they dwelt four hundred years, awaiting one who would end their long exile, reclaim their lost ancestral lands and drive the hated wyverns out with the goddess’s own empyreal fire. ![]() She and her small, beleaguered band fled south across the wide grass Plain till they found refuge in a broad valley inhabited only by goats and deer. Proud princess Halla was one of few to escape that venomous end. Then wyverns came, white poisonous wyrms, who slew the unicorns’ agèd king and fell upon his followers. As guardians of her sacred mere, the Well of the Moon, the unicorns called themselves children-of-the-moon, best beloved of the Mother-of-all. For a thousand years, the Hallow Hills had been the homeland of the unicorns, held in trust to the goddess Alma. ![]()
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