Arfur's Story


Arfur sat and watched the sunset over Muse Watch Lake.  It was one of his favourite places on all of Atys.  He poked the campfire and watched as the sparks rose up towards the Upper Branches.  He smiled to himself as he thought what Loracas might say.  

It had been many Atys Cycles since he had seen his Guild Leader and friend or even Dazzie.  The three of them and been together through the Great Swarming and the defeat of the cities, when Kitin hoards swarmed over the land.  They had gone through the Rainbow Gate together to face an uncertain future.  The rest of his Guild had not been seen again, presumably taking the Final Trek to stand beside Jena.    

Until one day he had been digging in the Grove of Confusion and DiHunt had appeared.  This had been a great reunion and Arfur had been happy to see his old friend again.  This shows, he thought, that sometimes homins do return.  You never know who has joined Jena and who is simply on a Long Trek.  He hoped one day to see Shabang, Tico, Lobos, Darchitect, Kushon - any number of lost friends.  

Loracas and Dazzie had told him about the journey they were planning to take and it sounded like they would be away a long time.  He knew that they would appear again - after all, they had been there for the Great Egg Hunt this year, a favourite festival for them all.    

Arfur grinned to himself again.  They had had many trips together to explore or to dig in the Prime Roots.  Facing danger together with courage and a smile.  They felt safe together and in the end were confident of Jena’s mercy.    
Atys is so beautiful he thought.  It is enough to walk the bark alone, surrounded as he was by friends from other guilds, but he missed his guild mates.


It's bad luck to be superstitious . . .

Palta e decata, nan nec ilne matala.

When one goes on a journey it is not the scenery that changes, but the traveller
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