"Sandeye, conceived under brilliant stars,
Ascend above the ashes’ scars.
Three shall die, but two will remain.
Only one, destiny has marked to gain.”
In the mind of Jared Sandeye, these words repeated, perpetual and endless. A past out-of-body experience spent in the Dark Forest, his brother Edoran Sandeye revealing numerous secrets concerning destiny and its nature thereof: together these things stirred a powerful and significant longing in his heart and soul, one beyond description, to return to Maraul; seek out the final part of the prophecy, and the proof that that destiny was indeed real.
So now was raised the unexplained question of the legend's second missing piece - where could it be? Perhaps this time, there would be more than simply Edoran or his family to test him. This time, no simplistic conundrums, no familiarity of any kind or sort; everything beyond a test.
A life-changing event, for the betterment of Jared Eolin Sandeye. A revolutionary experience, one designed to change not just the destined one involved, but the entire world, in ways unprecedented and unforeseen. Past description and vision, telling or dreaming.
Currently, Jared wore on his body a loose robe of cyan silk. Until the Prophecy was fulfilled (or if and when in possibly that event), Jared Sandeye remained normal, and nothing more or less.
Something abode somewhere in the squirrel's heart, gnawing at his gut and emotion. A dreary foreboding entered him, a profound depth of restrained sorrow. Mossflower Forest sprung up joyously and carefree around him. He cared not to notice the gleaming sparkling emerald shade of the brush and trees, nor the flaxen gold shine of the sun above head.
Deeper than the heart, in the center of the soul, it dwelt there; himself almost contrite to let it be known, ashamed to voice such thoughts aloud, for fear of reprimanding, controversy, and ignorant judgement. Endeavors for him to change points of view, and see reality more brightly, in an alternate open-minded way. The thoughts, however, remained insufferably persistent and undeniable.
Never would fate or destiny bid or permit him return here, to Mossflower. Perhaps, never again in his lifetime.
Presently, no idea presented itself as to where the company was in Mossflower Forest, yet a long way from Redwall Abbey. They'd been traveling all morning and into the afternoon - how many hours exactly? By now, Jared had lost total track. He prayed to his ancestors that none in the party were lost, and trusted to run into somewhere commonplace very soon.