I Am Mane Harbinger: I

Ancestor Specter looked outside his study room’s window with a torn expression on his face. He had the gaze of a man forced to make the hardest decision of his life. The complexities within his turbulent gaze were expressed to the trees whose branches shook ever so freely in the wind. And for the first time in his long life, Grandpa Pier envied these trees.

“How nice it must be to not have to make such decisions in one’s lifetime,” Ancestor Specter sighed, longing to be one of the trees planted in his large backyard. Even being a branch would suffice for now. For it seemed much easier to be a living thing that could be here today and cut down tomorrow than to be an Elemental Ancestor wiling to abandon his leader. But it seemed that his wish was never going to be granted.

“I am sorry Grandpa,” Lily stood behind the old ancestor with a face full of regret and remorse. As the one who had found the evidence that implicated Ancestor Origi