This is short, but I hope you all like it!

A spear flew out one of the tallest trees in the forest and buried itself in the floor of the cave. 'I don't think so,' Nego hissed. They were the People of the Shadows. Shadow for short form, but Nego didn't know if he could trust them. Not yet. Tagu jumped on the rope, and became one of the most graceful hoof-dancers in the whole of Erdas, dancing on rope.

Nego himself jumped on Tagu's back, and pulled back the feathers of Yarrow (the arrows name is Yarrow, not a mistake). The red edges of the feather gleamed in light of dawn, and the black spots looked like a warning.

Yarrow folded back its feathers, the shaft grew in length and the symbols shifted underneath Nego's fingers. 'One shot, one kill,' Nego whispered before throwing it. That phrase wasn't exactly a very peaceful thing to say and Tagu flicked his ear and rumbled. 'Sorry.'

The arrow sailed through the air, and as Nego leaped off Tagu and swung himself on a branch in, Yarrow landed a few inches away from his hand. People were dressed in black, some with green cloaks, and

Nego grabbed Yarrow and looked at Tagu jumping off the rope and landing next to him. Tagu gave him a wet lick, making his hair stick up in the air. Yarrow was a javelin, the feathers bunched up together at the end and went inside the shaft. 'Well, transformation fully activated.'

Tagu looked at him, than Yarrow. Eyes full of trust, and something else … an understanding. In a flash of light, Tagu became the mark on the right side of his neck – a white buffalo with its upper-half ducked down. Nego rubbed at it, he had often rubbed at the bare spot, sometimes out of anxiety, mostly out of worry, but for now, he could think later. 'Going in passive during battle, I suppose it is dangerous,' Nego muttered to himself.

'Selur ni Yezlih!' Someone yelled. Nego understood that phrase, Selur ni Yezlih, Selur ni Yezlih, Instinctively, he yelled something back 'Yezlih llits sevil!'

Nego ran across the branch as a Shadow landed on it. A monkey flew at his head and made him loose his balance. Nego felt the impact as he hit the branch below face first with a loud thud. (Branches in the forest were very old, hence the broadness and admirable sturdiness.) The monkey disappeared above the canopy.

The Shadow approached him and put a heavy foot on his back. Nego fumbled with the shaft of Yarrow, and a Shadow took it away. 'We mean no harm, Warrior. Your skill is one that an older Grencloak would envy. Warrior of Peace, Yezlih has seen visions about you.'

Awesome, anyway, this is the dictionary of the italic words above (Yezlih is just Hilzey spelled backwards, my username!):

Selur ni Yezlih : Hilzey in rules (Because Selur Yezlih would be too short)

Yezlih llits sevil: Hilzey still lives

Also, Yezlih is a person (Spirit animal of hers will be my decision, because after all, she is me!)

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