My arrows are flying true. I am being the warrior my father raised. But the beings we are assiduously being victorious on are being unimaginable, unearthly, unnatural. The warrior Kalinda is being tested. I am thinking this is the desire of the Great Being and then I am thinking that I am not yet being sufficiently knowledgable for this combat.
I am being caught unawares and my companions are being no more prepared than am I. There is living a shadow force that is lurking beyond my senses but is calling me as well. I am thinking it is being a part of my mother’s pointed-ear baring. Perhaps Whysper can be telling me more of this feeling.