Awaiting Whisperland

Dawn caught the darkness unaware the sun springing from behind the mountains like a rabid cat to devour the moon's sliver. During the course of the night the temperature about Heartbreak Ridge had risen to exceed a hundred degrees. Below its western rim the massive wilderness of Whisperland was hotter still. To the south the animals of New Eden had amassed sixty-some-odd deep and over a kilometer wide. Across from them the gladiators of the Fleshstalkers and the Rebel Skys loomed as a formidable challenge. In the backdrop Warbird posed his bloodshot eyes to a trio of figures at the fall line of the plateau-the great roan stallion and his riders the human trash who dared interfere with the inevitable outcome of the epic battle.</p>Galahad felt certain he was on the threshold of an epiphany just as he knew that nothing short of one would save the kingdom.</p>