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The massive white Prairie didn't say a word when Nathaniel welcomed the strange human who reeked of idiocy to the temple. He didn't even say a word when he returned, reeking of curses. He didn't say a word when Nathaniel decided that Amos - that was the human's name - would live at the temple with them, along with his Kukuri. But when Nathaniel announced to them that they were all leaving, his heart skipped a beat. “Death summoned everyone to the Coliseum for the usual festivities” he explained “but she also asked to rebuild the good old Coliseum of Life from the foundations. The will of the goddess must be respected" he concluded, dragging Amos with him - who really didn't want to have anything to do with other deities and potentially cursed creatures - and all the Kukuri of the temple. Ariel sighed. He hoped at least he could do something suitable for him. Saguaro wasn't very convinced of the loaf's choice, but there was little he could do other than follow them and continue to

Warlord walked dejectedly among the festive stalls, still saddened by what had happened. He still couldn't believe it that their brother, their guide, had left like that, out of the blue. It wasn't like him. Something must have happened- His flow of thoughts was abruptly interrupted because he ran into something, or rather someone in his aimless wandering. “S-sorry,” he stammered, still not completely lucid. “Don't worry, it can happen” replied a bright and cheerful little voice. A young dove was shaking off the dust, while checking out of the corner of her eye that no one took her flowers, all of which had fallen onto the dusty road. “I-I didn't want to” he continued, unsure of what to do he threw himself into picking the flowers. He frowned as he saw them all dusty and battered. “I'm sorry about your flowers,” he said, but she patted him on the shoulder. “It can happen, it's nothing serious” she smiled. "Can I help you?" Warlord couldn't forgive himself, who knows who they were for

The hill on which the Coliseum stood was teeming with life: from afar, the myriad of Kukuri who were busy arranging and fixing before nightfall were not so different from a bunch of busy little ants. The three brothers were slowly approaching there, after a few days of peaceful travel through mountains and hills. They had met many travellers, most headed straight for the Coliseum. Suana had heard someone explain to the pups the story that had preceded the festivities, for which Death had asked to fix the old Coliseum. The three of them, however, were not going there for that reason. At least, that wasn't their intention at the time. Warlord quickened his pace down the path, reaching the wide plain at the foot of the hill first. He looked back, huffing, as if he was in a hurry to get somewhere. Lesser and Suana exchanged a look, sighing in unison, and hurried to catch up with him. Around them, a multitude of Kukuri, from small Aerials to enormous Aquatics, were working to raise