The clouds began to part and gentle sunlight beamed upon the cracked wasteland. With astonishing speed, a carpet of green spread far and wide, dotted with vibrant blossoms. The gods had heeded the prayers of the people. Unir, who held the blood of the pegusi, winged into the sky to offer them her gratitude and proclaim their second chance would not be squandered.
Artwork by Lisa Buijteweg.