Meet General Rastan Crowley of the Yineutonu Prairie defensive military. A born leader in the township of Haunalee, he naturally stepped forth when the Yineutonu Prairie came under attack from the advancing Eastern Alliance forces, threatening to wipe out all peaceful relationships and religions that the valley has long held. However, his arrogant nature can leave him unwilling to accept outside ideas and information, even when they are handed to him on a silver platter.

This piece is another excellent creation of  SephrenDemon that brings forth this world in so many ways. Even without mentioning it, he picked up on the subtle variances of how religions and lifestyles between townships tend to occur. (Note the heart side symbol, denoting the variation of religious practices from the township that Teela and Caleb were raised under.)

===STORY===
(Edited for an easier read and removal of vital plot twists.)

Day #???: Exposing the naked truth about magician tricks.

Colby looked inside of herself. Or, more like the Graith's own self. There was something lurking in the shadows of it's mind. Small. Fearful. Or, more like terrified. A minuscule realm, this mind was. And as long as she could maintain control, there truly was no real way for an outside influence to hide inside of it for too long.
The invasive presence sank away into it's crevice upon detecting the observations of the mind's current owner. And it's semblance of a physical being was fitting of it's current status to remain a threat.
Colby approached in her Foxen shape, staring down the shivering speck of a being. "What are you? Why are you here? What possible reason do you have for existing inside of this place?"
It's tiny resemblance of eyes just peered back at her and gave no replies, aside from the physical implications of terror.
"If I were to take a gander, I would say that you're something that remains of that Eastern Warden whom just mind swiped my Graith. I am right about that, aren't I? After all, if you were anything else, I surely would have sensed your presence, long ago. In fact, I would suspect that you are some remaining chunk of personality, stranded here, now that your origin has perished upon the end of my host's reproductive organs. Left without options to flee or the strength to contain me. We're very much alike. Only, you didn't go full transference. Now, you are my prisoner. And my problem. So, what am I to do with the likes of you, anyhow? Care to talk to me? Or, are you even complete enough to be able to convey your thoughts?"
The tiny form looked so terrified that it literally stopped trying to do anything even as simple as shaking where it crouched.

...

While in mid-flight, Colby heard the familiar voice of the elder Polon, calling out to her. Letting her mind blend reality and that virtual landscape together, she answered it.
"I felt...something." spoke the virtual Polon inside of Colby's head. "Something concerning you. A distant impression. Foreign. Powerful. Threatening. My child. It was after you. Then. I felt it no more. Too distant for me to intervene. I have not been lenient in reaching out to you for the whole duration. Even now. I barely see you, my child. Follow my voice. I shall guide you home. Guide you safely home."

...

The Graith glided in on silent wings as the skilled Warden named Polon observed with baited breath. He reached out with his ability into her awaiting mind with absolutely no resistance to speak of.
"Polon. I bring to you a present. While out on patrol, this powerful Warden from our enemy's ranks had momentarily managed to invade my mind."
Polon came closer inside that virtual space and freely spoke his mind. "I had warned you about this potential, my dear Colby. We know not what our threat from the Eastern lands is fully capable of. I would clip your wings and chain you to my pasture, if I felt it would do any good to save your foolish ways. The enemy would only come. Clip my heart out. Take you from my fallen body, anyhow. It hardly matters. You are here, now. Having survived an encounter with the unknown and come back to bring the light into my withered soul, once more. This gift. Be it that pitch sphere that collects in your host's mindset?"
"Very much so. My suspicions is that contained inside is a small portion of the mind of my former captor. It would not talk to me. But, I think it may yet prove useful to our cause."
"How wise you are, my foolish girl. It is said that when any Warden reaches out into the mind of any beast or our fellow Wardens, a bit of our self is temporarily displaced during the process. Usually, we all can easily tell when the connection is broken. Any lingering effects are quick to vanish. When it fails to do so, such as was the case when you totally transferred into your mount, it shows traits from one especially gifted."

...

"Then...I am prepared. Dropping the sphere, no matter how fearful I am about doing so."
"Fear is good, my girl. It keeps us all alive."
The pitch black sphere faded away from wince it came. Leaving the tiny being on display, once more.
Polon looked upon it for a few silent seconds. Then mentally breached it's form before mentally announcing to Colby "Benign!"
"What do we do with it, then?" she replied.
Polon took a few seconds to reply. "We tear it apart for all it knows. That's what."
The tiny form screamed for a mere second as Polon's image reached out for it's image of a body. It didn't take long for said image to be pulled apart into a whirling storm of images and words.
"Polon? Is it in pain?"
"Not at all, my girl. Remember. This is more of a memory ghost then a former living being. It remembered emotion and fear. But was a transferred slave to the former master, whom is no more. By uprooting the knowledge that it was, it stopped knowing how to be afraid or to even think it was ever alive in the first place. Now, gaze upon the knowledge that it was hiding from us. I do believe your intrusive Warden was far deeper into the ranks of knowledge of our enemy then he should have been. To think, he let his mind ghost slip away with so much. The fool."

...

"It was..." and she paused for a few seconds. "...the way you found this information."
"The ghost?" he replied with. "A fragment of the mind of another. A mere shadow or reflection."
"But, it screamed as you tore it apart."
"Yes. It did. A mere concept of fear, brought on by memories."
"What I felt was not just a mere phantoms presence. It felt alive."
"Define alive, my child. What is life, after all? The one whom implanted that fragment here to use as a remote link was a far more impressive example to the term alive. I choose what I do, say, feel, create..."
"I might say that this implanted thing could have done similar, had the chance been given. I most certainly was fearful of it's potential wrath. Now, I only feel sorrow."
"My girl. The part of that thing to feel sorrow for had little regard for you, need it be said. That other being killed himself and left this mind tick behind. The part of what makes it spiritually connected was never here to begin with."
"How would you...could you know that? I know what I felt. And this thing was more then just some collection of thoughts."
Polon stared back at Colby for a moment.
"You wouldn't do that...to me? Or..."
"It was a long time ago." interrupted Polon. "I can pinpoint the moment when my own family turned on me. It was the coming festival and several of the neighbors were keeping a tight lid on what they were going to offer at the main gathering. I didn't know any better at the time. Could see the Ruggleford's baking those sweet Root of Marsh Berry pies. Was just so excited that I told my mum all about it. After all, their activities and hopes of praise were so clear in my mind. Several days after that, I could read my mum's thoughts after she had visited the town counsel about my little prediction. I wanted to please her so much. Giving her the answer to the test she was told to give to me, before she could find the courage to even say it. She talked with dad, that evening. Things elevated, though I did not understand why at that time. The following morning, I woke up in the strong arms of my brothers. They had gathered enough information and took it upon themselves to rid the family of what they regarded as a potential demon-in-coming. I struggled. Yelled for help. Saw long, hard stares from my former friends. It was inconceivable. To think. My own brothers, fearful after the discovery of my gift. Turning on me with so little question. And only letting go as we neared a dangerous field. They yelled foul insults and pushed me without remorse. Forcing me towards a place where the Megilo Worms were known to be conglomerating. I did everything peacefully possible to defend myself. Pleaded. Promised to be good. They still wouldn't stop. I could see it in their minds. The desire to see me fall into the ground and never return. I learned that day how to do it, out of shear desire to remain alive. I pushed out mentally into their heads, like a wild beast on the stalk. Their virtual selves, raging with such hate. My mental claws, sinking into their psyches. So easily. I didn't stop until their minds went dark. Only then did I look with my own two real eyes. Their bodies. Upon the ground. No wounds. No movements. Wide eyed and staring up into the sky. The life was simply gone. I mourned. More for my own actions then the loss of their lives. Then, I fled. Never returning to that place. Never to see my family again, in fear of how they might retaliate. How I might retaliate. Fled to the rural lands. Where nobody I ever knew would come. I eventually learned about the northern mountain pass. Tried settling here in this valley. That is when I heard the voices of others like me. Couldn't stand being remotely probed by them, even though I tried. You know the rest. Your innocence showed me a better way. I owe you for that and more, my child."

...

"I still don't approve of it."
"Understood, my child. Can you approve of the important information that this ghost had yielded to us? With it, we can save a great deal of lives."
Colby remained hesitant to agree upon that point. "Ending war would be for the better."
"Do you see any reason that we shouldn't be delivering this vital information to those whom can put it to good use?"
"I suppose not."
"Feel up for a rider?"
With little hesitation past that point, Colby and Polon took to the skies and headed towards Haunalee, where the mountainside HQ township had been established by the leaders of the Yineutonu Prairie.

"...penetration points are suspected to be here, here and..." exclaimed a rather loudly voiced male, crouched over a large map of the valley as he was pivoting his head between the several others. All the while, pointing at potential sections of the cliff face. That is, until he noted one of the members glancing towards the front door of the structure. He trailed off from his lecture for a couple seconds while gazing upon the new arrival of Polon. "We're in a meeting, right now. Perhaps, you could come back at another time that would be more convenient?"
Polon got straight to the point. "My reasons are very legit to your plans of increased coverage, Rastan of the Crowley Clan. I have inside information to give to you."
"How the..." countered the lecturing male, still crouched over the map and placing both palms upon it's surface. "Have we met? I rarely forget to recognize a face or a particular scent, such as yours."
"The name is Polon. No clan grouping. Association is to one Colby of the Kritz Clan and the guardian to her current condition. Whom you may more immediately recognize as that of your sole aero soldier. Or, the Graith. As to our meeting. This would be the first, sir. It just needs to be directed upon the knowledge that I am a strong Warden on your side in this war. Once your valley is safe, I go my own way. And my dear Colby has just acquired secrets from the enemy whom may not only end your war rather quickly, but save the lives of all whom you love and cherish. So, it would be in your best interest to stop thinking about calling for a guard to escort my maddening claims from here, swallow your pride and hear us out, good sir."
Rastan Crowley's eyes were now wide open and giving full attention towards Polon. "If you know my thoughts so well..."
Polon just walked right on in under the gaze of the small crowd. "Your enemy uses deceit and advance strike tactics to appear more powerful ..."

...

"You got my attention." admitted Rastan. "I dare ask how the Graith acquired such intelligence. For even we haven't been able to remotely obtain enemy forces, outside of the initial contact made by the Darosian explorer. To which, their forces seem quite formidable."
"Colby...your Graith...has just been personally engaged with a general of the enemy's forces. One of the enemy's Wardens, in fact. The method of attack left the guy with a way to extract this vital information. Another end result is that Colby struck down this foe, while retaining loyalties to your valley's cause."

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