A Random Event Has Occurred!
A smile appears from the shadows, teeth carved into wicked fangs. A pair of eyes, as green as the stallion’s markings, blink into existence above it.
“You are right, and you are wrong.” Its voice is like laughter, sliding between the trees. But the stranger does not reveal themselves; each time the eyes blink closed, they reappear in another place, so that the stallion must spin around to find them each time.
“At the heart of the forest is a meadow of sand. There you will find the answer, be it a ghost or a god or the relic. Perhaps you will find only death.”
The trees rustle, bending away to reveal a path. The wind kicks up in an instant, seeming to push the stallion towards the path. It tugs at his mane, whispering a soft good luck into his ear.
Perhaps it’s the island playing more tricks on him. Or perhaps the relic truly is at the heart of the island.
“You are right, and you are wrong.” Its voice is like laughter, sliding between the trees. But the stranger does not reveal themselves; each time the eyes blink closed, they reappear in another place, so that the stallion must spin around to find them each time.
“At the heart of the forest is a meadow of sand. There you will find the answer, be it a ghost or a god or the relic. Perhaps you will find only death.”
The trees rustle, bending away to reveal a path. The wind kicks up in an instant, seeming to push the stallion towards the path. It tugs at his mane, whispering a soft good luck into his ear.
Perhaps it’s the island playing more tricks on him. Or perhaps the relic truly is at the heart of the island.
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