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Lost Light was grazing when he noticed the brilliance of the night sky. The moon lit sky illuminated the ground and the surrounding area. Water noticed Lost Light's attention to the sky. He nudged Lost Light's front leg. Lost Light looked down and smiled. It was the perfect night to take the journey to the end of the swamp, to experience the breeze found among the shallowest marshes and the barren fields, just once would he like to feel it's chill. He found some berries and managed to find some grub. He and Water ate preparing for the journey north.

They Began the journey north bound, both full off of the fruits and bugs. They were unaware what would they would encounter but were aware of the dangers that the edges that the swamp held. They was talk of stags and mares that were birthed from the swamp. The stories of the Thistle were echoing through the swamp but so were the tales of the crane and of the swamp taking shape within one. Lost Light venture into the moonlit night with, Water, his companion, seeking word of what was to become of the swamp and of what part he was to play in it.

Lost Light and Water were close to the out skirts of the swamp, the rivers became less frequent and the trees were thinner. The area was becoming more and more barren. Lost Light began to understand how the swamp dwindling spirit could frighten many kimeti back to the heart of matope never to return to the outskirts again. There were fewer cranes about the sky and they chirps of songbirds were gone. Lost Light heard the howl of an owl cat, then the swamp fell silent. His nerves stood still he held his breath as he saw a pair of glowing red eyes quite the opposite of the glowing green eyes of Sleep Bringing Flower that he had encountered in his youth. Water was scared and was silent like Lost Light. The red eyes drew Lost Light in. The mark above the red eyes that matched in color burned in his mind. It was Thistle he thought, she was the last thing he wanted to encounter on the northern border. He could not turn back now. He emerged from the bushes that he stood behind and announced himself to the black doe. "I am Lost Light, Thistle, your evil ways will stop after I defeat you! the young kimeti of the swamp will be taken no more!" He spoke with courage, but with a slightly quivering lip, that feared death.

Lost Light lowered his proud head and thought, could this doe who wanders the borders of the north and looks exactly how the stories describe not be the legendary Thistle. He thought it over and computed her plea. For one, in Lost Lights mind he imagined Thistle as a mare, and imagined she would have snatched him into her grasp at first gaze. The legends speak of her power to grasp a kimeti and control them with her eyes, this doe in front of him had not been any of the things he imagined thistle as, except the looks. He thought out her request and responded. "Show and tell me your name its reduction, and what possessed you to protect the young kimeti that venture to the northern border."

Lost Light was touched by Leer's story, he understood her just as her lover did, but her intentions were not to seduce him. A tear dropped from his eye and shone in the moonlight. He was convinced that this doe was not the evil Thistle, although she looked it her spirit was the exact opposite. Her soul seemed more like Shiver the kind legend that inhabited matope. He was enlighten, the miracles of love and kindness had turned a distraught kimeti and made her soul shine. Lost Light was in awe, he brushed his tears off his face and snorted to compose himself. " I understand you, Wicked Gaze, your intentions are honorable, but you startled me. I would like it if you joined me, just for the night in search of anything that would give him insight on the direction the swamp is heading." He walked towards her when a crane quaked above it was black and looked as if it only had bones. It landed close to them and walked towards Lost Light and Wicked Gaze. It spoke in Lost Light's mind. "I have come to find you, i will be your companion. I was sent forth from the Matope, to help your find the mare of black and white. my name is Reaper's Message" Both the kimeti looked towards the crane in awe.

Lost Light thought about the question she had prosposed. He understood what she meant but he belived Reaper's Message was a sign to continue. " His name is Reaper's message and he told me he was sent by matope to be my messenger." The moon shone on the four beings that were under the brightly lit sky. and he spoke again. " We must find the black and white mare that he speaks of, he will give me the insight I am seeking. "
The motherfather that is Matope had sent a message to Lost Light who now was humbled by the it content, sent forth from the heart of matope. They trudged on in hope of finding the mare that Reaper's message spoke of.