The Three Mystics

<p>You stumble through this never-ending forest. For hours, for days. You are completely exhausted, your bare feet sore from stones, roots and thorns. You are only wearing a blanket made of rough felt, which the hairy feet have kindly given you. &quot;Where... am I...&quot; you stammer. You are only just beginning to find your voice again. You woke up 5 days ago. Naked and on burning rock in a meteorite crater. The hairy feet girls found you and brought you to your clan. You were not well received there. Your uncontrolled power was too dangerous for the little creatures. You rejected them and since then you have been wandering through this unknown land, hungry and exhausted. For a few hours, however, you have felt a stabbing pain in your neck, a gray desire to stop and wait. It feels unnatural and strange. As if boiling water was being poured on your neck. You keep looking around and expect to see shadows approaching at any second. You come to a clearing and breathe heavily. You felt hunted, but here you feel surrounded. Suddenly a figure appears from the shadows of the trees. Her white robes are like horns on her head, her face modestly framed by a cloth. She looks at you with a strange pride, her lips pursed in a confident smile, she strides towards you with dignity, her hands open and turned towards you. Then you hear a movement behind you. You whirl around. Right in front of you, a warrior in a helmet strides towards you with a determined, confident step. Her long, muscle-loosening legs are wrapped in sandals that are laced up to the knee and wear magnificent greaves. Her face is expressionless, her splinted arms hidden in her cloak. She looks into your eyes, lurking. There is a third rustling and you turn around. The figure of a strange priestess steps out of the darkness. Her short white hair is covered by a veil that flows down and plays around her androgynous figure. You immediately notice her bare feet, which dig into the ground with blackened toes with every step. She carries a strange staff and a strange piece of jewelry on her flat chest. Her long, thin fingers are also blackened to the tips. Her white, thin lips are pressed together. The most striking thing, however, are her white eyebrows, which cramp maliciously over gray pupils. Her gaze is so malicious that your insides cramp. The ascetic in the white robe speaks: &quot;Finally, we have you and can lead you to your true destiny.&quot; Come... come with us. To Rhun, the land where the stars are strange. Come...&quot; Your hand invites you and draws you in. You feel a pull behind your forehead...</p>