Something was terribly wrong.
Kitiara could feel it in the air.
The Sunites, normally a boisterously verbose group of cheerfulness had become mute as of late. Smiles had become strained, worry was evident in the passing faces and their dear leader, Lady Dorian, had taken ill for several days with the healer. And a cool whisper had breezed through the clan halls of a lost Sunite that must not be found.
A cold unwelcomed wind blew thru Kit's hair as she stealthly approached the lake. Frightening determination etched on her face. Even before she hit the crest of the hill she knew there was something unnatural in Lady Dorian's sanctuary.
Cresting the hill Kitiara let out a cry of anguish as she saw the damage done. The lake was a sickly color with dead fish scattered about. The grass and moss circling the lake also took on a gross tint. Who would do such a malevolent thing to such a beautiful place? And why hit such a secluded unimportant place if they meant harm? Kitiara allowed the questions to meander through her mind for a minute before calming herself. First things first, she needed clues.
Kit smiled evily as she stalked down to the lake. She would find out what happened and who was responsible. And then the fun would begin.
