He lied. The voice cuts into her thoughts, into what was otherwise a perfectly normal Orangemoon evening. Suddenly, the night is far from normal, the mists fading and the starlight diming. Something is far from wrong, and certainly, it has to do with Kaos. Somehow though, she cannot find it in herself to be surprised that he lied, though about what, Lyanna has no idea. He could have lied about everything, and even that would not shock her. Strangely, fear does not find her now, but an unsettling calm. She would need to find her herd mates soon, would need to be there to do whatever she possibly could to protect them, which was not much. There was strength in numbers though, if nothing else. For a moment though, she does nothing, just stands there in the far less misty forest thinking.

She should be more upset than she is. Having lost everything once before, she knows how hard it is, knows how hard war and destruction will be again. Yet she has survived it once, and deep down, she knows she can survive it again. Though she does not want to lose the Edge or their Goddess, does not want to witness more needless deaths. She has no power to heal now, not that her powers would have been enough to save Nyx once and likely, they would do no good in another battle with Kaos. What had he lied about? she thinks, finally starting to move, slowly weaving her way toward the clearing where they hold meetings, figuring perhaps she will find at least some of the herd there.

Does it matter? The voice that answers her question is Corbin’s, the ghost that never leaves her. Now though, he feels less like a ghost and more like a memory, a past that doesn’t haunt her but rather memories that keep them alive. It does matter, if they want to be one step ahead. Perhaps it doesn’t matter though, because could they ever hope to be one step ahead of a god? The only thing that mattered was that their goddess was gone, their herd left unprotected. Did they really have a herd at all now, or were they like the Falls?

She finds a gathering of horses soon enough, Yael and Amaris among them. She’s in time to hear that the Spark is also gone, and at that, she can only assume the Sun has gone as well. Four gods against one, but that one had pulled the wool over the eyes of their four gods before. She did not put it past him to do so again. She doesn’t recognize the stallion that’s speaking, but she doesn’t ask who he is or what he’s doing here. It doesn’t seem relevant now. “I believe your father is here, though I am not sure exactly where.” she says, thinking back to Zoeya’s birth and the stallion that had offered help.

She turns her attention to Yael and Amaris and Ingrid, still finding that she is strangely calm through all this, unable to find panic or fear or guilt. It seems like she should feel one of those things, but perhaps some of Corbin’s training had set in from so long ago, and she thinks only to what they can do. “The only thing that matters is that we take care of one another. This is just a land, after all.” Any land would be fine as a home as long as her friends were there. She only wanted to keep them safe, whatever that meant.