The Nights Trial

plateau looking over the darkened lands of the night wing tribe, flash's of his past encompassed his minds down bellow two armies clashed together before returning to the normal wasteland it is...

Faith breathed out his nose and his breath was visible in the cold air... much of the land was blanketed by the black clouds of the volcano form the fire wing tribe which further made this land barren as nothing grew in the daylights darkness and toxic soils... the air had its bland scent, it was not fresh like a forest or jungles, the air was still and thick, the scent of cold volcanic ash filled the air... when it rained it was acidic, the snow was merely volcanic ash and It rained ash more than anything else... these were the borderlands of the tribe... decollate wasteland and a site of ancient battles...

Faith gazed across the land left and right slowly, letting out a low growling hiss... he sensed another's presence... someone was here...