Marked by Moon Fire
He laughed.
Out of the circle inside the triangle came a unicorn, purple and white. Before Papa Ganda could fathom what it was, the unicorn melted into liquid. A colour he could not explain.
Yet again, before he could understand it, the liquid formed a round vacuum and from it spoke,
“Ganda,” the voice echoed through the forest that even Papa Ganda trembled. In one voice was an old woman's voice, a young voice, and that of a man.
Papa Ganda dropped to his knees,
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