As she gazed upon this large stone erupting from the group with all the handprints all around it, she saw a flash of light. The space around her warped. The wood of the buildings began to change and renew itself. Looking around she saw that there were more tents now around the large center tent. The Large Stone she once saw was now different. The handprints that once surrounded it are now gone. To her side stood a large black-furred Rhomar clad in ornate armor and headpiece, a large, golden talisman around his neck that looked composed of three different shards. As she made eye contact with the Rhomar, the name Tarjan Shadowmane came to her mind, as he nodded at her.
She looked around as all manner of MyrRin have dropped to one knee for this Rhomar. All manner of creature from Rooka to Tuskari. All the MyrRin flashed before her as they knelt acknowleding this Rhomar as their Champion, calling out his name in celebration. As she looked down she was holding a bucket of white paint as the leaders of each tribe began dunking their hands in and placing them on the stone, marking the first Festival of Umanyano. The only thought she remembered having was, “Good..”
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