Winter mornings always arrived late. The sun, like an old man, slowly and carefully scattered its light across the earth, as if moving even a bit faster would cause him to be toppled by the freezing winter chill.
Upon receiving the first ray of sunshine, Guru Mountain, like all other things, slowly began its day's awakening, though no outward sign would betray it.
Dawn Peak of Guru Mountain showed no signs of life. Though it appeared lush and green, with vegetation sprawling everywhere, no birdsong could be heard. This silence was expected on winter mornings, but it was very unusual for it to persist even into the summer.
But Guru Mountain was not entirely a mountain of death. Behind Dawn Peak lay a vast expanse of mountain hollows and low valleys. Though shrouded in mist and difficult to discern clearly, this area was the lifeline of Guru Mountain. Outsider Treasure Hunters were naturally unaware of this, but for the native Kadi, it was all too familiar.
