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There was a new God about, and Antarmur'ss had his nose poking in his general area. While a forest did not lack for shadows and dark places where he could have crept about, Antarmur'ss had sort of learned from a few bad encounters with other Gods that sometimes a personal visit was not appreciated.

So Mythik was here. He really didn't want to be. Being on the surface, he was so out of his element. His lightblindness kept him squinting as he made his way towards the forest. He had stopped at what was supposed to be a shrine. That sorry abused shack of a structure was just pathetic. His grandfather had small shrines that made that one look...so...he wasn't sure he had the right words to describe it. But he did know his grandfather would have inflicted horrific terrors on anyone that defaced any of his shrines the way that one had been.

So Mythik had no other option then to wander into the new Gods domain. He clutched a small purple cloth wrapped object to his chest as he stumbled through the light filtered forest. At least here there was more shadows and darkness. He could see a little better, but his eyes still watered as he tried to keep to the darker areas. He really rather wished his grandfather had decided to send one of his uncles. Wasn't it more respectful that way? Wasn't it a bit of a insult to send his grandkid instead? Or maybe it didn't matter how far down the line he was. Just the fact he was of the bloodline might be seen as more of a honor? Mythik didn't know. What he did know is that his dad was disappointed he was a cringing scared thing with no desire to spend his life in service of his grandfather as a priest. His other father was a bit more understanding and loving. Yet here he was now. Carrying some kind of gift to a scary violent God who was probably going to chase him out of the forest. He was going to get rained on. He didn't like rain. It seemed un-natural. Water falling from the air was just weird. It belonged on the ground in rivers and lakes.

Mythic's purple hoof stepped in between the gnarled twists of roots breaking up through the soil and he came to a sudden halt. Looking down, he tried to see what had his hoof as he hopped on his other one to keep his balance. How was he going to make his way to where ever this god person was hiding!? The woods was so...so...strange and terrifying! Why couldn't it be like the stone forest back home? With only moss and vines hanging from the ceiling being the obstacles in his path to his wandering. And mushrooms and those little blind fish that he enjoyed watching swimming in the tiny pools of water that formed in the recesses of the forest floor. This place was so alien!

The forest was becoming more terrifying as the seconds passed. The sky sounded like a cave in about to descend upon his head. The wind blew stronger than any breeze Mythik had felt, even upon the underground sea. He managed to free his hoof from the root and turned about in place. He could hear small scampering that he assumed were maybe rodents? But they were running off. Not that he blamed them. He wanted to be running away too!

Suddenly the sky was filled with a brilliance that Mythik never would have believed possible. The horned pockettu issued a shrill scream as he flung his forearm, too late to be of any use, over his light sensitive eyes. The light had seared into his sight so brightly that he could still see it behind his closed eyes. There had come a great shuddering of the earth, and a noise so loud that Mythik honestly did believe the very forest had come alive to attack him. he stumbled blindly away from the source of the noise and light, which spared him from being crushed under the oak tree. Though the tree was so large, and the limbs of the tree slammed down around him. Mythik was swallowed up by the leafy branches, which scraped and scratched his bared skin. Some of which dug in deeply. Of course blinded as he was, Mythik had no idea exactly what had happened. His mind jumped immediately to one frightening thought. "AHHH! Don't eat me! Don't eat me!" He yelled as he flailed at the limbs. With his watering eyes closed, Mythik struggled his way away from the grasping tree limbs. "I'm just supposed to bring a gift! Don't eat me!" He wailed as he kicked at one of the oak tree's thicker limbs he accidentally bumped into.