The moon would only be a thin crescent tonight, which meant that a fire would be necessary for the next few nights. Brinisa hated fires. Ever since she saw her father burned alive by the fiery onslaught of the dragon just a few days ago, she had always felt drawn away from the hot flames. What had happened to her beloved Palako was beyond her. Even Alnifa could not see what had happened to Noror, and everyone had been waiting eagerly for days to find out, though they knew in their hearts it would not bring joy of any sort. Their home was gone, and it was time to look to the future. But she could not bring herself to accept it so easily. Her life had been changing for the better, and suddenly it was gone. It was not fair. Though the moon was not bright on this evening, she was fairly confident that there were at most only thin, wispy clouds above them right now, but in the Red Mountains rain could come when least expected. And Afamrayl had been less than pleased with them as of late. "Bless the God above and all he has given us, and let him be merciful to us once more," she whispered to herself. Her prayers had not been answered during these days of endless trekking, but she would not lose faith. The Lord had granted them many blessings in the past. It would not be long before his mercy shone upon them once more. The only lingering question she had was this: What had they done to anger him? There had been whispers among the group that Osani and her bastard son had brought this doom upon them. Others believed it was Alnifa and her many years of practicing witchcraft. But Brinisa would not blame them. They were all of the same community, and they only had each other for support now. She disliked fighting and bickering, especially among family. The last remnants of sunlight were now falling below the trees, and darkness began to loom. She hated darkness more than she hated fire. People had spoken of the endless darkness that consumed their ancestral home centuries ago, but no one had expected it to return. The mere memory of seeing her home fall apart was enough to bring Brinisa to tears, and she mustered up all the strength she could to fight them back, but to no avail. She wept again. She had done that a lot these past few days, and it showed no sign of stopping any time in the near future. Ledaki was likely going to call them to a halt soon, which Brinisa would be more than grateful for. Her feet were exhausted. It seemed like they were making less and less progress every day. She was beginning to lose hope that they might ever see the shore at all. She had never visited the sea before, and though the prospect of floating on water in nothing but a large piece of wood made her nervous, it was far less frightening then remaining here.