I'm You're listening to Druidcast 16. On the edge of the world, the sun stretched tentatively her fingers towards the fading stars,

and the first race touched our peaceful village.

And as of the morning sent an inkling into the day ahead, a track was found near the huts.

The track of a mighty stack that beckoned us to the forest.

As soon as we saw it, we knew, this most glorious beast was superior to any we had ever chased before. We strove for hunters' glory,

for trophy and victory. And before the sun was up, we were armed. And riding on the first

mists of the day, we hunters left the village. Oh, at this hour we were many who endeavored to conquer the forest.

Men who sought the hunter's fortune in the morning twilight between the springs whispering leaves.

From tree to tree we hurried, silently fixing our gaze on the dearest track.

Strange letters and leaf and sand,

foreign words that we followed without understanding.

The forest was a solemn shadow in which answers and questions were found in equal measure.

However, all that we saw were the track, at the end of which we believed we would find our mighty trophy.

Powerful was our praise track

and wide

wide being the measure of its hoof

this was the time to be and to become

and this hunt was unlike any other

we had ever endeavored before

and now other beasts for us

than that which roamed the forest

as if it owned it

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