You go to your hut. Your thoughts are anxious.

With mixed feelings you return to your hut.

Home of a lone warrior.

Your father died when you were a young man...

He was also a scout and hunter.

Hunting on the territory of another tribe of windriders is a dangerous activity...

Your father Jeremy died during a skirmish with hunters from another tribe of windriders.

Your mother Tavi died a couple of years later. The reason is a strange disease. Coughing, vomiting bloody clots, rashes and nasty ink-black swellings on the skin.

No medications helped. All the efforts of the shaman and all the prayers to the Spirits of the Mountain Peaks were useless.

You have been single for a long time...

This is probably why you devoted so much time to hunting and scouting expeditions.

Only during these risky activities did you feel needed by the tribe and you could forget about loneliness for a while.

Comrades in arms like Ben or Tina have become those who at least a little help you forget about your loneliness.

But away from risky exploration expeditions, you are just a lone windrider warrior without a family. You have neither a wife nor children. This fact is probably one of the reasons that you can do bold things. You have no fear of losing someone extremely close and loved...

So, you lie down on the bed and try to fall asleep.

Events of the past give rise to vague images in your tired mind.

The feeling of flying in the skies...

Your strong wings feel the powerful currents of the wind...

You fly higher than the mountains...

You laugh joyfully, realizing your limitless freedom...

You are a windrider hunter.

You are the one who rules the skies.

You are one of the beloved children of the Spirits of the Mountain Peaks.

But then...

It’s as if a huge shadow covers the entire expanse of the earth.

Plains, mountains, the skies themselves...

Everything is covered in shadow...

The darkness of this shadow is getting thicker...

You try to bank upward, flapping your wings to see the source of the shadow.

As a result, you see the sun slowly becoming covered in patches of inky black darkness.

You don't know what to do.

The flapping of your wings becomes erratic.

The darkness intensifies.

Finally, you can't see anything.

And...

You feel the strength leaving your wings!

You fall from a great height into a space of inky black absolute darkness!

Then…

You jump out of bed screaming...

It was a nightmare.

There are rays of sunlight coming from the windows of your hut.

You slept all night.

But your sleep cannot be called restful...

After eating, you were about to go to the war chief. Surely, he will want to give you orders to organize your squad of windriders. You will again do what you are used to. You are the captain Dar. You will lead warriors and scouts. You will again be in the familiar environment of risk and exploration of dangerous terrain. And then you will fight with enemies. In the heat of battle, your loneliness will again be less felt...

However, before you could leave your hut, someone knocked on the door.