Of the many things in the world to which one should be made aware, there are some, rare and half forgotten which should never fade from memory. They live and linger near and far from folk of every walk of life regardless of whose banner their land falls under. Only the Sages know for certain, but outside them it is almost lost to the noise of new importance. Until trials and tribulation come as can be seen in the land of Roves.
One of those such things, half forgotten but told in whispers has been present in throughout the ages as a phantom on the back of truth. It takes on many forms and keeps itself far from those with power, as long as that power weaves the forces of the Arcane like itself.
It would not be noticed by many at first in a shape which the stories tell. It has already noticed you long before you notice it. Hearing its steps and seeings its movement being done only by the creature’s will. A relic of faerie races, eager to bring itself closer. And in that effort it takes the form of a yellow fox.
Between the thickest ferns and shortest blades of grass it moves, silently and unrecognized by any who would manage a glimpse of it as it went. No leaf, no twig nor pool of water will make a sound as the yellow fox makes its way to stalk. Behind a tree it usually emerges, showing itself by attracting attention, and it shows off its yellow coat and innocent looking eyes.
Many are drawn to the coat it has, a color unique in nature. Like the color of a buttercup but softer, mixed with light filtering through water. Its appearance often heralding the arrival of its true and wicked form. It comes as the yellow fox to see if it has picked the right person for its goal..
Continued on in ‘The yellow fox‘.