He stands on the island, feeling the way the ground shakes with anger, the way it begins to come alive after it had seemed to stand so still for so long. He watches with curiosity as the waves threaten to crash, the trees threaten to fall. But there is something curious about how the island is coming awake. It is almost as if it is coming awake but not yet completely letting go.
And then the hoof prints appear and he does not hesitate to follow. He does not know where they lead, but there is a part of him that wants to follow it, to see where it might lead them. Never does it occur to the stallion that it might be leading him towards his death. Never does he wonder if he might make it out of this alive or altogether changed. He simply follows, content to just see where it would lead him.
The underbrush is thick, the vines grasping his legs and pulling in the opposite direction. It terrifies him to think that he would never be able to outrun anything in this forest. The brush too thick, the air too stagnant. But he knows he’s not alone. To his left are others, following the same set of foot prints. But where do they lead?
His questions are answered just moments before and he looks out at the clearing. Upon a pedestal is a beautiful item, the relic, he assumes. He has no need for relics, no need for power or the chance to prove himself. But there is something that keeps him from turning around and heading straight back to Terrastella. He knows that this relic could potentially be used for greatness, but it also has the ability to be used for evil. There is a part of the tender stallion that knows he cannot allow such a relic to fall into the hands of someone evil. He knows that he must try, if anything to ensure that the relic is not used to hurt others. And so, as others charge forward, so does he.
Rhone is staying.
STAFF EDIT***
@Rhonehas rolled a 2! He has been awarded +150 signos.
