War Plans

Los nodded slowly.

I lowered my voice just a pitch, "I suppose I'll need a staff."

Los nodded again, then he turned and motioned me to follow.

"Every tribe master inherits his or her staff but in the event that their isn't one we have to journey to the sacred forest of spirits," He said quietly, "The trip isn't easy and the forest is said to be haunted by restless spirits."

"Haunted?" I raised my eyebrows.

"In order to protect the forests from those who are unworthy and challenge those who are," He whispered, "Mother told me about it once, it drove her elder sister into madness."

I shuddered just once and then straightened myself out.

Los stopped me and turned, "This isn't an easy journey Lit, not to do alone... This world needs you sane... Are you certain this is the right path?"

I almost glared at him, "I was chosen..."