°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ Trial of the Ancient °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･
You must walk with caution, Yohuali.
What is sacred is not always safe.
What is feared is not always meant to fall to blade or claw.
Speak not with anger.
Move not with haste.
This trial is not measured by power, but with knowing when not to strike.
Yoa's eyes slowly peeled open, the pain ricocheting in his body from all of his injuries. Zahul's words pulsed in his head like a bad headache. He swore it had repeatedly been spinning in his mind all night, even while he slept.
It was the sixth sunrise, and Yoa couldn't physically keep attacking it. With a strange calmness, he watched the beast from a high branch. It sniffed, paced, then suddenly froze. Its heads snapped directly to his location, a screech escaping it. Then it fled.
It fled from him.
