Larii stepped forward out of the darkness of the trees of the Shadow forest looking across the barren lands of the Air Senders, she as a Shadow Caller, found the barren lands and constant breeze disgusting, and there was too much light in this place, for no trees grew on the wasteland, and only the shadows of grass appeared here and there. Once long ago, this land had belonged to her people, but during a nasty war with the Fire Chasers, the trees that had grown there had burnt to a crisp, hence the birth of the Air Senders. With no trees to hinder its flow, air flowed freely in a constant breeze. Olan, Jaycee, and Salr stepped out to her side, “Look at that, to think it was once filled with trees, it makes me sick!” Jaycee exclaimed angrily.
“Good, that only fires the anger we Shadow Callers have proudly called our own for thousands of years,” Salr said flatly, he had always spoke this way, without a hint of emotion.
“Our anger toward the Fire Chasers for burning it, or toward the Air Senders for inhabiting it?” Olan questioned his father.
“Both neither shall be forgotten until-“ Salr never finished his sentence, knowing better than to question Larii’s authority as she spoke.
“Enough chit chat, these fool Air Senders will regret their choice to live here!” Larii’s eyes flared with anger and excitement as she spoke the last words. The four set out at a brisk run, Larii paused near the entrance to the gorge in which the Air Senders lived, dropping down and tying up her waist length hair with a length of vine. "Spread out," Larii watched the other circle around the gorge, pulling out their bows, revenge would be theirs!

