Well, this seems to be what people want me to do with the Unicorn.
Deebus needed arrows badly, and here was large game with good bones. He readied an arrow to shoot one of the horn-horses with, but when he loosed it it missed narrowly. Three more arrows missed the beast just ever so slightly. This would not do. He could not waste more arrows. He would have to creep up to his prey and slay it with his spear. As he got near, preparing his strike, the stallion smelled him and panicked. Deebus quickly speared him in the right flank to prevent getting kicked, but kick the horn-horse did.
Luckily Deebus managed to dodge the deadly hoof, and thinking fast he shot an arrow into it. His prey fell to the ground, making frightening and horrid noises, but now it had little time left. A blow to the skull knocked it out, failing to kill. A spear to the neck opened the veins, though, and in moments the horn horse was dead. In a few minutes he had made twenty-five more bone arrows, making forty-eight total, and a tin flask full of blood; he had not found a river all day and his water was getting low. He took with him the horn of the beast, as well. It might prove useful.
Further into the sacred land he went. Deebus knew not where he was going, only that he must explore. He noted the trees of this place; he had seen many of their like before, except for the most beautiful ones. Their bark was white as snow, with very faint gold stripes, and they had leaves like pale green feathers. Each tree was shaped such as to resemble a great feather. They seemed light, almost immaterial, as if somehow they weren't really there. Their beauty was haunting and ethereal, but it was beauty nonetheless. Somehow, though, looking at them made Deebus feel slightly... sad.
When the sun was high in the eastern sky, Deebus came to the beginning of a vast expanse of ice. The center of the sacred lands. He didn't know what else to do. Where to go from here. His tribe did not know the answers, he did not know where to even begin looking. He wandered through the empty ice all day. Finally, there was only one thing left to do. He dropped his spear on the ice, sat down, and waited.
Night was beginning to fall now. He lit a fire from some spare sticks he carried in his pack and warmed his waterskins with it, taking a drink and eating some meat. As night began to fall, he noticed something extraordinary. He realized he should have seen them sooner, but the sun had hidden them, making them too faint to notice. Now, though, as the sun set, the sky darkened and they could be seen, burning bright as fire. The snaking lines of light in the sky, the walls of fire of every color, shifting and whirling. It was the spirits of the ancestors, flying in the sky.
Deebus called out to them. He asked them for guidance, asked them where he should go. He received no answer. Deebus pleaded to the lights, begged to know where he must go. Still they would not answer. He was distraught. Why could no one help him? Surely the Ancestors, the ones who had chosen him for his mission, would know where the evil he must destroy lay. On his knees he stared at the sky hopelessly. The lights danced, but did not speak.
Then a thought came to him. The ancestors were not speaking, but they were still telling him what he needed to know. They just needed him to be clever. All the lights flowed from the North to the South. South! Of course! Towards the center of the world. Deebus knew where he must go now.
Day 9 5th Galena 200
As soon as he awoke, Deebus left his icy camp and headed directly south and east. He left the sacred lands soon after the sun was rising, coming out of tundra and into barren sandy country in the early morning. At the edge of this he stopped to thaw his waterskins again, for he was very thirsty, and continued on. This sandy place was sparsely dotted with the strange sand-plants, and stretched on for many miles, but at midday he emerged from it into more snowy plains. Here he stopped to eat some polar bear meat and the last of the cave crawler flesh. Finally, in the mid afternoon, he came the foot of the Courageous Crest, the great mountain in the center of the world.
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