The next morning, Shanon emerged from his tent, his beautiful hooves still clinging to the wheat straw and branches from his sleep.
The most robust warrior of the tribe had long been accustomed to witnessing the arrival of dawn, with the sky half-bright, half-dark. Shanon shouldered his bow and arrows, the urge to charge into the jungle to hunt the troublesome packs of wolves or wild boars, or even beasts such as the winged tiger, overwhelming him.
Just as Shanon was about to plunge into the forest, he couldn't help but gaze into the distance.
"Ajia..."
Suddenly, he thought of that faraway land nurtured by the river.
Shanon wished he could dash out of the forest, cross the desert, and immediately join the great war, to fight alongside many heroes and seize the legendary Heavenly Descending Gem.
Under the sturdy walls of Ajia City, lay countless immortal achievements and epic tales of honor.
"Father..."
Shanon sighed to the heavens with some resentment.
