Loki sighs his windy green eyes looking over the clans land. He seemed quite sad at what it had become. Where once there was floating rocks they were now rubble on the ground,what was once a mist produced by a waterfall was now just a dried up stream. Then there was the great tree it was gone as well nothing more than a small small sapling there now as the old tree stood torn asunder. He was sitting there by the tree his cloak keeping the sand and ash that now infested the land away from that small tree.