So, I made up this story... This prologue is VERY important. Camicazi sees a vision of the future, and no, the 'more blood spilled' would NOT be a battle. It's going to be a dramatic death scene of a major character.

Camicazi ran through the forest. A large Timberjack had been pursuing her for the past hour. She tripped on a mossy stone, and fell into a pond. The pond was shallow enough for her to touch her feet to the ground, but not too shallow for her to duck under and hide. It's official, she thought. We're going to have to leave. Now, before the Timberjacks kill anyone. Her arm was cut, and a drop of her blood splashed on one of the many boulders surrounding the pond. She couldn't help but feel a sense of foreboding around the clearing all of a sudden. She was predicting the future….again. Camicazi had the ability to know what would happen next. She saw blood. Yes, more blood would be spilled at that pond, but not from the Timberjacks. Words flooded her mind, words that she knew she would have to remember. It was a prophecy. The words swirled through her head, locking themselves into her memory. Through the verdant wood she runs, "Please don't go," her pleading cry. Has good lost, has evil won? Who else will have to die? She must find the hidden dragon key, as the distant flames burn on. She must return, she must not flee, though what once was is gone. All-pervading, dominating, terror piercing through the gloom. It's set in stone, she stands alone to face the pending doom. Those words…. Those words would have a deep and lasting effect on her life…. And on the lives of others. She felt a tug in a westward direction, and she knew that was where they would go. Where the wind took them. Then the Dragonkey Prophecy, the one she had just received, would be fulfilled…