The night in the forest was gradually dispelled by the frosty moonlight.
The gentle glow of the moon shrouded the broken altar.
The white crane Fratiss's silver armor was stained with blood.
The feathered sword of the crimson hawk Chloe was pressed against her throat.
"Is this the path you've chosen?"
Fratiss staggered backward, the crane feather cloak flapping in the night wind like a banner.
Her blood-stained fingertips brushed against the enemy's arrow fletching, leaving a winding blood trail on the shaft.
"Watering the seeds of hatred with the blood of your people?"
Chloe's hand holding the bow trembled violently, his crimson gold eyes reflecting a sky full of stars.
The arrowhead, following his rapid breath, carved tiny beads of blood on Fratiss's throat.
The young hawk said nothing, but the struggle on his face grew heavier.
Fratiss suddenly gripped the shaft of the arrow and stepped forward.
