Dusk could see the hoofprints leading off into the hills beyond the silo. Luna followed behind her at a moderate pace, walking instead of flying. It would be a long hike, at least two hours, before the trail of devastated nature began to pick back up in a shallow grove of trees. Anyone familiar with the area could have sworn these trees were healthy and strong just a few days ago. Now they looked as if they had been dead for centuries.<br/><br/>Up ahead, just beyond the bushes that covered the hillside bordering the grove, was a light that fluctuated in pale greens and purples and caused Luna to shiver for a reason she couldn't explain. All was deathly silent about them, with no trace of animal or even plant life now.