Chapter 23 - The Wood Witch

The cave where the Moonveiled Claws had met for generations was the scene of another gathering. The sisters stood around the stone altar, their dark robes reflecting the mystery of their order, their long, twisting shadows on the cave walls created by the flickering torchlight. Aryana held a battered book in her hands, its leather cover showing how old its contents were. She dropped it purposefully onto the altar, the sound reverberating throughout the cave. "This is what I've found so far," Aryana said in a steady yet hushed voice. The sisters, each of whom stood for a distinct facet of their clan's heritage and authority, kept a tight eye on her. The oldest and most experienced member of the group, Lycoria, moved forward, her keen eyes immediately glancing over the book. Carefully opening it, Lycoria studied the ancient text, her long fingers gliding over the pages and scoffed a moment later. "These are not the original scripts written by the elders of old" she said with dismay