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Chameleon
Prologue - Star-born
Moonlight drowns out all, but the brightest stars. - J.R.R. Tolkien
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His breaths came haggard but silent as he moved swiftly and silently through the trees. A shadow against the starlight. Not even the ancient beings in which he moved recognised his aura. Even now, he could hear them calling out to him. Overjoyed that a star-born, once again graced their boughs, though they knew not which one.
His ears twitched as they picked up voices almost ten leagues into the forest and he stopped to balance on a top branch of a withering elm. Several persons had intruded into his territory, and were chatting happily amongst themselves; under the illusion that they were safe. His eyes caught the glow of a fire through the trees, about half an hour away from his position. He turned from his perch and took off towards the disturbance; his elongated canines visible beneath his top, colourless lip.