The setting sun cast shadows over the land, the branches of the trees creating shady cover for Shasterah.  Her amber eyes flickered over the area as she waited, and she felt herself suddenly grow dizzy.  She tried to shake it away, but the intense feeling grew until she felt as if she was spinning.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Is this real?</span>She thought.<br/><br/>As the feeling grew, she suddenly found herself standing in the midst of a moonwashed clearing.  She looked up at the moon, confused, then gasped to see it was the color of blood.  The stars were gone, replaced instead with eyes, thousands of flickering eyes!  She crouched low and started to back up, a bit alarmed.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">What could it mean, what is happening?</span><br/><br/>She had no idea.  Shasterah only knew that the blood-moon meant trouble to come.  Perhaps a war, a fight, or even an internal conflict.  But the eyes?  She was lost.  She had never had a vision before in her life, much less interpretted one.  Maybe it meant that she was being watched...maybe it meant that hundreds would be watching the conflict, whatever it was.  Maybe it meant her death...<br/><br/>Or the death of her enemies...<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">But what enemies do I have now?</span>She pondered.<span style="font-style: italic">I left the Valley of the Sun Wolves years ago.  Is something coming?</span><br/><br/>She had very little time to puzzle over this, because she found herself quickly dropped back into the forest, the setting sun in her eyes.  Startled, she shook her head and whimpered, her eyes shifting side to side apprehensively.  Something was coming...something BIG.  Shasterah just didn't know what.  She began to back into the foliage, alarm spreading through her.  Her blood seemed to go icy.  Maybe a Sun Wolf was coming...<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">I have to get out of here!</span><br/><br/>Shasterah quickly turned on her heals and bolted, her body low to the ground to extend her stride.  Whatever was coming, she had to prepare for it, and fast.