tTrumpeteer's Lair

From an old clan firmly situated deep within the ground, tearing apart the rock and soil, standing strong, tired but brilliant, aching but resilient: New life, unexpected life, unlife, a sprout from the aged dirt that lifts its head to the sky and turns its eyes to the sun. The Caristhine sighs, peacefully, for it has gotten its wish to sleep. A novel flag is planted by a novel soul. So begins its youthful heart pumping again, the clan's hands and feet, its oracle, its prophet.