Prologue

A young, cloaked white mane was walking through a forest. She appeared to be going somewhere, and yet there was nowhere to go. Or so it seemed.

She walked up to a tree, placed her paw on it, and said some words in an ancient language.

As soon as she was done, a voice rang out.

"Identify yourself."

The cloaked white mane smirked. She cleared her throat and yelled out.

"Lanaust Havastine. Seventh chair of The Eight Paladins."

There was silence. Then, the other voice spoke again.

"Enter."

A door then appeared on the tree, as Lanaust entered it, and put the seal back on the tower, disguising it as a tree once more.

She ran up the stairs of the tower, going in a spiral until she made it to a room, where she entered. 7 other cloaked Aetyrim sat around a long table. She took a seat in the last empty one, where one of the other Aetyrims stood up. He was tall, elegant- a black mane. 

"I presume we are now all here and accounted for, yes?" He said, his voice low and gravelly.

The other Aetyrim nodded, with the tall black mane sitting down. He spoke once more.

"Very well, then. Let us begin by saying our prayers."

The other Aetryim stood up, where they all joined paws and chanted a prayer in the ancient language, once more. Once they were finished, they sat back down. The tall black mane looked to a short, youthful looking black mane.

"Clementia, have you gotten any visions from the Great King himself?" He inquired, leaning forward. The youthful black mane, Clementia, glanced at the tall black mane. She sighed, lowering her head so her eyes would be covered.

"Not yet. It's been many moons since I've had a vision last." She said, her voice quiet, but clear. "I apologize for my lack of ability, Akrai'ha."

Akrai'ha sighed and put his paws to his temple. "No, no, it's fine. You are one of our youngest. I shouldn't put so much pressure on you." He spoke, softer than before.

Clementia nodded her head in respect, her tail swishing. "Thank you."

Akrai'ha nodded back, and faced Lanaust. "Lanaust, what is the forecast for the night of next week..?" He spoke, his voice returning to his low, gravelly tone.

Lanaust happily raised her paws in the air, giggling. "Clear skies and a full moon, Sir Mister Akrai'ha Sir!"

Akrai'ha nodded and stood up. "Then may today be the day we finally find the inheritor of the curse of the Great King!"

The other Aetryim cheered, and they all exited the room, except Akrai'ha. He looked up at the ceiling of the tower, which had a giant view of the sky.

"I have a good feeling about this moon cycle."