The Musin and the Eagle (Trial of Blood)

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The sun shines ever so bright above the sky, its light gently making its radiant presence known in the waters of surrounding rivers, the leaves of nearby trees and bushes dance as the winds kindly blow them, causing some of them to slowly fall on the grass covered ground below, small insects feed on the green and animals roam the landscape, the peace seems to be everlasting, the tranquility forever unbothered and distant from the ever present problems of civilization. ......It is only a shame that such things do not last for very long. A Musin would appear from one of the brushes in desperation, scaring the docile animals that were feeding on the vegetation nearby, Blooma would be carrying in one hand a dagger of Caurostian craft and in the other a small satchel that contained herbs she had collected not long ago, the tiny Dedicant would be fleeing for her life, fear present across every tiny meter of her face, her expression not bothering masking it, she would observe the skies above her only to identity the reason of so much fear; a eagle, a very hungry and angry giant bird was hunting the poor musin. Blooma would be using all the energy she had to flee, paying attention to her surroundings as to not only identity potential new dangers but also to not be caught by surprise by the one hunting her, despite travelling so much she had never worried about a giant bird trying to make a meal out of her, this was a first one. The Musin pants as the eagle beat its wings behind her, its eyes not leaving its prey even with other animals not far from the musin, Blooma would try to quicken her pace more and more, almost feeling her legs hurt due to all the running she's been doing, her body exhausted and only kept going through survival instinct alone.

During her escape, Blooma would trip on a small collection of sticks that, probably, fell from a nearby tree, the Musin would drop her bag of herbs spilling all her materials on the grass next to her as well as her dagger, which felt more like a sword to her due to the size of the weapon compared to the physical structure of the Musin.

"This is it, im done for...."

The Musin would think, that angry eagle was not getting any slower and was quickly getting bigger and bigger as it was getting closer to her, the end was approaching, Blooma would ignore the satchel of herbs and the materials that had spilled on the ground from it to quickly grab her dagger, she would use all energy she had to distance herself from the incoming flying menace, Blooma would close her eyes with dagger in hand....

"......May the Father grant me strength."

Blooma's grip on the dagger would get stronger as she continues her quick prayers, her eyes did not dare to open themselves but part of her could already feel the feeling of the huge talons of the eagle piercing her skin should she fail.

"......And may the Grandmother claim her soul today."

The cries of the eagle were loud on the Musin's ear, Blooma did not dare open her eyes, not even when she moved her dagger with both her hands, her prayers finished, her world going silent for a desperate minute, for a very short amount of time that felt like eternity there was nothing, Blooma would feel a heavy weight upon her, she slowly opened her eyes to find herself still in this world, buried by the lifeless body of the animal that was so eager to end her life, the Musin would let go of the dagger that was deep buried within the eagle's neck, using her strength to move the corpse away from her so she could stand. With her attires soaked in the blood of the animal she had just killed, the Musin would speak one final prayer, to the Aspect she had not yet mentioned.

 

"......May the Mother grant new life to take the place of the one that departed this world today."

 

Blooma would take a deep breath, staring at the lifeless corpse of the eagle that she had killed. "And so the cycle continues, balance is achieved, as it must always be....."  The Musin would collect her dagger as well as her satchel that fell on the ground during the whole ordeal.

Life continues, as usual, the sun would shine ever so bright above the sky, its light would continue to gentle make its radiant presence known in the waters of the rivers, the leaves of nearby trees and bushes would dance as the winds blow them....

 

.....And the Musin would return home, with news to her Guide.