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krwordgazer wrote: An eclipse Remembering something/someone Candlelight Something mystical/mythical (besides the elves) A relationship that changes/grows (for the better, I think, is implied) Sorrow “What do you think is happening?” Wildthorn asked Shadow, staring up at the heavens. “Is the sun dying?” “I don’t think so,” Shadow replied, sitting in the tree with Wildthorn. “I’ve seen something like this before. But whatever it is,” Shadow pointed through the brush of the trees, “it has the humans worried.” In the human camp, there was no traditional large fire. This time, there was only small candles around to fire ring. A man, with a large saber-tooth tiger skull on his head, danced around the candles chanting. “Can you tell what they’re saying?” Wildthorn asked. Shadow shook his head. “I watch the humans all the time to learn their language. But the one with the fang-cat’s skull on his head is speaking too fast. And it doesn’t even sound like their language.” The one with the saber-tooth tiger skull was known as the Bone Dancer. He was the one that wed the humans, as well as foretold their futures. He had a direct contact with the human god, Grethen. The Bone Dancer continued to chant magical words, shaking his hands towards the heavens, as he danced faster and faster around the candles that were lit around the dead fire ring. “We do not light fires this day,” the Bone Dancer finally said in the human tongue. “Grethen is angered! He devours our sun to show us his anger! He promises a world of darkness if we do not heed his wisdom!” “What does Grethen ask of us, Bone Dancer?” Wurik, Chief of the Humans asked. The Bone Dancer threw some bone fragments onto the dirt, with a circle had drawn. He moved them about, nodding, pondering their meanings, before looking up and smiling, “He demands a union.” “A union?” Wurik asked. “Of what kind?” “A marriage,” Bone Dancer said. “To make us more powerful.” “Who?” Wurik asked. “Who is to be wed?” “Tamier, my son,” the Bone Dancer pointed to the young, strong, hunter. “And who shall he wed?” “Yurika,” Bone Dancer said, matter-of-factly. “Daughter to you, my Chief.” Wurik raised an eye brow questioningly. “They are to wed?” “Yes,” Bone Dancer nodded. “Grethen speaks and says they will bare powerful children! Daughter of the Chief united with son of the Bone Dancer! With power and a connection to Grethen himself – their children will be powerful indeed!” Wurik stood up from his seat at the tribal circle. He walked to his daughter, who stood faithfully next to him, to the side. He placed his blistered hands on her shoulders. “Grethen demands it, daughter of mine.” She looked down. “And I will do Grethen’s bidding.” “Clearly,” Bone Dancer added, “this is why your first mate, Krellin died.” “Watch your tongue with my daughter,” Wurik turned and faced Bone Dancer. “She loved him, as he loved her.” “But Grethen was not pleased with their marriage,” Bone Dancer retorted. “It was the night of the marriage, when he had gone out on the hunt on that night – where he was attacked and mauled by the black bear and died from his wounds. Not even I could save him. For it was Grethen’s will! We see that now!” Memories of her first love, Krellin raced into her mind. He had been sincere, tender, and passionate. Her eyes lifted and looked at Tamier, who had taken Krellin’s place as the superior hunter among the humans with Krellin’s demise. He looked strong, powerful, and his eyes seemed to be full of caring for her. “Grethen’s will can not be denied,” Yurika told her father. “This is a fine wedding we shall have. And our children will make you proud, father.” Tamier approached Wurik, as was customary, and offered his greatest weapon that he had made on his own, in exchange for the hand of his daughter. “I will take good care of her,” Tamier promised Wurik. “I will love her with my heart and my mind.” The eclipse passed, and the sun restored itself. Day had returned. “Grethen be praised,” Bone Dancer smiled. “He is happy again.”