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Unaware of the bargain being made between the Corn God and the oter man, Luna slept on, her head slippin down a bit on the trunk.thw sun was beginning to rise on the horizon, giving everything a warm orange glow.

The assassin was faced with an impossible choice, it was either submit and return home a failure, or die at the hands of the disgraced god. Either way his honor would be scarified, but at least one way he would live to fight another day. His choice made, he swallowed his pride and spoke.
"...Very well, I submit." He said just barely above a whisper, utterly defeated.

Corn God chuckled, and slip the assassins dagger back into it's sheath on the killers belt. "Exit east, my friend." he grinned, "Fore I can spare you, but I can not protect you from the people of corn." He looked deep into Calla's eyes, "If you hadn't noticed we're in the enemy village." The God of Corn then turn pushing Borron out of the tent and watched him disappear into the woods.

Luna awoke a little later to the shuffling of underbrush and owls hooting. Stretching her arms above her head, she came out of hiding. Looking around, she had perfect vision despite the pitch black darkness engulfing her. Luna sat on the ground in front of the tree trunk, wondering if she went too far or not far enough.

Corn God walked out from behind the tree, "How was your rest young one?" he said, his body was clear of scars even after being fatally stabbed twice just the day before. The work of Illusion or was he really a God? "We must speak with Calla, tell her what you know." He opened his hand to help the small girl off the grassy floor of the woods, "and why you have come so far from the tribe of cats..."

(Please don't go ahead without me, it's 12:21 where I live and I'm pretty tired so I'll respond when I wake up. I hope that's ok, if not just go on.)

Luna just took the Corn Gods hand, not saying a single word. It's not that she was scared, she had just torn her vocal chords long ago when something had attacked her parents and left her be. She helped herself off the floor but didn't let go of the Gods hand, somehow he reminded her of her parents.

Kokipa went tearing through the trees, avoiding branches and stray thistle bushes. The wood and steel tomahawks on his hips bob up and downs like markers in a tidal wave. The leather protection he wears shields the blows of flying twigs from scraping away at his flesh. Under the starlight, his bronze skin reflects the night sky light a flashlight gleaming through the forest. With careful footing, and extreme agility, he runs and scales a small oak tree with ease. Then, without the slightest bit of thought, he leaps from one tree branch to the other. Gripping to the rough bark of the old oaks he steadies himself and perches in the tree. He spots two people, a young girl and a man, he jumps down and quietly begins to investigate.

As Corn God lead the girl back into the village, he was unaware of the mysterious tribesman following them. The people of corn parted bowing to their deity, it looked like the entire tribe was out of their homes to worship his power. Corn God stood before the Chief, "This girl is the key to your victory great chief" His voice wasn't the same as before it was slightly unsure as if an act was falling apart. The Chief offered his hut up, for the God to rest.

Finally alone in the tent he tied the hide door closed and dropped his corn amulet on the floor. A single candle lit the hut causing his shadow to dance, and a dark vapor leaked from the Gods shadow. All of a sudden a man made of darkness emerged from the mist. "As you can see the idiots of corn actually believe I'm their god," the false god laughed, "the Shadorian tribe now has illusion spies everywhere." And like that the entity vanished to report back to the people of shadows that everything was going according to plan.

Luna followed the Corn God back to the village, aware of the man following behind them. Since she could not speak, she had decomposed her ears instead. Once back in the village, she let go of the Corn Gods hand and disappeared into the shadows, chasing a stray field mouse that had caught her attention. She didn't know o the Corn Gods deception, all she knew was that the God had somehow seemed insecure talking to the chief.
(Sorry it took me so long to respond. I'm a bit cranky right now and didn't feel like it.)

Borron trudged through the forest, his feet felt like lead as each step brought him closer to his shameful return to his village... as a failure.
"...Corn God" He murmured as he reflected on his confrontation with the deity, looking back at all the things he could've done differently to prevent his most humiliating defeat. To think that the shameful god of crops had bested him in battle, it annoyed him to no end, he clenched his fists as he remembered how it felt being at the god's mercy and it was enough to make him unsheathe his blade and slash it around, cutting down a few branches with ease. He growled in anger ,staring at his own reflection in the blade, remembering how it was almost used to end his own life... but than it hit him, Corn God was... just that, a god of corn, he had absolute dominion over crops, and nothing else. If that were so, then how could he freely manipulate his blade when metal was beyond his power. Unless... that wasn't Corn God at all.
"I've... I've been fooled!" He exclaimed. He couldn't believed he had been fooled so easily, but in his defense, the display was in fact very believable, and he knew there was only one person who could impersonate a god.
"Shadorians, so, they have finally made their move." He said, the Shadorians had remained relatively quite during the ongoing conflicts between they're neighboring tribes, but it seems like the shadowy tricksters had more up they're sleeve than his tribe originally suspected.
"This isn't good, I must tell the chief." With that thought he rushed in the direction of his village, if he was correct in his assumption than the situation was much more complicated that they had originally believed.

Far to the south of the Maizhito tribe sat Black Rock, a valley under a dead volcano filled with darkness. Most think it's the ash that makes it dark but few people know the truth that that volcano was once home to a dragon and a mage long ago slayed the dragon with no weapons, only her powers of illusion. She was known as the Night Goddess or Mother of Shadows. And now, over four hundred years later Black Rock is home to that mage's ancestors, the Shadorian tribe. But with the chief gravely ill, his son the prince, or shadow son plans his attack.

Sesco had only been in charge of the tribe for a little over a year now and with the other five tribes at each others throats the Shadorian are the only ones who stayed out of it up till he was placed in charge, planting illusionists in each tribe to keep tabs on the tribes movements, and help direct them in what to do to help, benefit "their" victory. His skin was black like dirt, he studied the map of the tribes, the Shadorian's were the only tribe village no outsider could find. It was known they lived on Black Rock but it was over twenty miles wide, Sesco grinned, "Everything is falling into place, now that the corn god is in position, we have illusionists everywhere father."

The brown field mouse eventually led her back into the forest and away from the village. Sneaking up as close as she dared, she pounced on the small mouse and wrapped her hands around the small struggling figure. Smiling to herself, Luna dangled the mouse in front of her face and examined her catch. She had been so focused on the mouse that she had strayed from the Corn God's village several hundred yards, the light from the moon not penetrating the forest through the thick canopy of trees.

Abar having been with his master in the village was sniffing the ground, hopeful for dropped food. His master being distracted by a conversation with another member of the tribe wasn't watching as the dog sniffed the ground out into the underbrush. Abar managed to pick up a scent, while it didn't smell of food it smelled of excitement and happiness which he strives to have himself. Following the smell for a great distance he realized he was lost, but that didn't matter to him because he was following his nose. To his surprise the scent led to a child, Abar having a soft spot for children crouched low and crept forward wanting to play. He made his presence known from about five feet from the child. with a three loud barks and a play bow.

Luna turned around, dropping the mouse and letting it escape, surprised about the sudden appearance of the dog. Noticing the how the dog didn't approach her yet led her to believe that the dog wanted to play. Beaming, Luna walked up to the dog and petted his neck. If she could talk she would have greeted the dog warmly, but instead she just pet him, wondering where he came from.

Abar was happy that this child gave him attention, overcome with joy he jumped on the child with his front paws not remembering that he was a large dog accidently knocking the child over licking her face. He started wondering why this child was in the forest alone, he stopped and with a bewildered look he nudged the child's hand with his nose. Abar had hope that the child would speak to him, he ran around the child in a circle gave another play bow and ran into the forest. thinking he could outsmart her he circled around and hid under a thorn bush waiting to see if she would follow.

Luna smiled bigger when she was knocked to the ground, confused the next minute when he got a bewildered look on his face. Frowning, Luna got up and smiled again, following the sound of the dogs footsteps until they stopped behind a thorn bush to the left of where she was standing. She walked quietly over to the bush and laid on her stomach in front of the bush, peeking under the bush to see the dog.

Abar waited until he saw the little girl walk towards his hiding spot, he attempted to scoot further but a thorn poked his nose, he let out a quiet yelp. He noticed the little girl looking at him eye to eye he got excited and jumped out of the bush. He landed on his belly, his fur covered in thorns but it didn't bother him he was happy to have found someone to play with. he rolled over hoping to get a belly rub when a faint shout could be heard through the vegetation. Abar's ears perked up realizing who was calling, it was his master shouting "Abar! come here boy!" which was followed by a whistle. Not wanting to abandon his new friend in the forest he ignored it, but then he heard it again and he changed to a sitting position and barked. In his mind he thought "If he hears me we can both go home, if not then I guess ill play nanny for a little while."

Luna smiled when the dog, Abar, jumped out of the bush and turned over onto his stomach waiting to be pet. She reached out to pet him but he shifted into a sitting position before she could, hearing a shout in the woods. Peering around, she tried to figure out where the voice came from but failed. Hugging Abar around the neck, Luna closed her eyes and fell asleep in the dogs soft fur.

Not wanting to wake his new friend he stayed quiet and laid down, ignoring the worried cries from his master. Hoping that his master would follow the previous barking and take him and his new companion home, he lay thinking about the rug he slept on every night. The way his master would cut a branch from a tree and toss it too him, but eventually the sound of his masters voice stopped and the only sound that could be heard was the crickets and the forest breeze.