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“It is time to go.”
Kyle looked up to the sun that dipped over the ocean. The reflection shimmered wonderfully as the moon drowned itself. His father stood beside him. But the young hunter was not sure if he looked at the beauty or the danger beneath the wonder.
“The scoutflies have picked up a trail. It points towards the mountain.”
Kyle looked to the sacred mountain. “Will they allow us to go there?”
His father shrugged. He did not care for holiness or the sacrilege of tainting it. “It does not matter. Only the hunt does.”
So, they marched.