The Moon's Call

Crest gazed over the altered landscape. Things were changing, battle lines were being drawn and Crest was not going to be caught in the middle of it. Therefore his only choice was to pick a side, and what a choice that was to make. Crest liked to win. Therefore he'd want to be on the winning side, but which side seemed more likely to win? A glance up at the moon told him something. That this creature, Ethereal, was powerful and truly what did they have to stand against them? There would be resistance sure, but what could they really do. Plus the promise of gifts intrigued him. What would these gifts be? Part of him was weary of what these might entail, but another louder part of him was curious.

With a sigh he took off. Ethereal had said to follow their hearts and they'd know where to go right? So that's what he would do. After some time flying, that seemed to pass in a blink for Crest, he appeared to arrive. Other aquadesians were scattered around. Some putting on cloaks others seemingly waiting to see what would happen. He walked past some of those with cloaks already on. They spared him a glance but beyond that they didn't acknowledge him. Before long a cloak was thrust into his wings by another wearing one. They smiled at Crest before walking past him to continue passing out the cloaks, or at least that's what Crest assumed.

Looking down at the cloak he gripped it tighter. Yes, yes this felt... right. He slipped it on and felt a sense of comfort come over him. This was the right choice to make; he would win. Grinning to himself he looked out over his fellow teammates. Those that opposed them wouldn't know what hit them.