The magical sky of Nathroryos shone with incredible veils of nebulae, sheltering the stars in colorful beds and splendors beyond imagination.

The mountain breezes conquered some space in that forest full of nightlife, caressing each little awake heart that was still enchanted by a place as remote and sacred as that.

The Fireflies Hills breathed life, like a cup overflowing the nectar of existence.

There, in the midst of so many lights overhead and shadows below, the sound of trampled leaves could be distinguished amid the night noises. Two silhouettes ran together through the coniferous forest, crossing corridors of trees as they didn't care about the great darkness that reigned over that green landscape.

With a brief flaw in the half-light layer, beams of moonlight reached Qurnuk and Wokor's face in that instant. As the black-winged moth-boy went ahead, the archer followed behind.

With a smile on his face, Qurnuk took the novice by the hand to an unknown destination.

"Where are we going?" Wokor maintained his calmness by following his guide's hurried pace along the way. "Where are you taking me?"

"Shhh!" Qurnuk raised his finger to his mouth in silence as he turned his face briefly. "You start to unbutton your lips at the most inopportune hours, rookie! Can't you enjoy the moment?"

Wokor made a slight face of strangeness.

"If I only knew where we-"

"Ugh! Dude!" Qurnuk rolled his eyes as he interrupted Wokor. "Rhetorical!"

They explored the depths of the forest like two arrows fired by Wokor's bow, having no difficulty in jumping fallen logs and dodging sporadic branches in the direction they were taking.

With impressive Nathrorian agility, the two jumped from rocks, from tree to tree, and even from large cracks in the ground that divided the hills. As they were trained to be exceptional, that was to be expected for Theocracy's warriors.

"You know," still running ahead, Qurnuk had a serious tone. "Sometimes, I wonder."

Wokor was paying attention, although he could only observe his guide's broad back and his graceful bouncing ponytail.

"What if we had a choice?" the black-winged moth-boy asked.

"A choice?" Wokor did not understand. "What do you mean?"

"I mean..." Qurnuk looked concerned. "What if we could choose to live our lives in our own way?"

The archer was surprised once more.

"But that is-"

"Blasphemy. I know, " the black-winged moth-boy complemented the companion's speech. "We would be flogged and maimed until we remember that we are eternal servants of the High Priestess."

Qurnuk was silent for a moment.

"But..." he resumed. "I can’t help but imagine how it would be like to live in another place, another life, without serving any Warchief, any Warlock, or any Priestess. "

Wokor listened carefully, but the idea that Qurnuk invoked with that speech aroused no emotion in him.

"Don’t get me wrong. I wouldn’t mind being forever chained by the Sacred Soil’s guidance, " the black-winged moth-boy said. "The Lunar Doctrine is everything to me. To us. I just wished we had the privilege to choose our own way of doing things, you know? Like, no superiors at all. Killing monsters, those hateful heretics… we could achieve the main goals with no ceremonies…"