No one would know if the hunt hadn't happened. We spotted antelope in the distance when one of them did that stiff-legged jump, then went in the direction of the #pronking. Our weapons were steady.
We should have stopped. We wouldn't have seen what was in the valley beyond the herd, and I wouldn't know my rule was coming to an end, if we'd stopped. No one would have seen the #qilin. I would die in ignorance.
Should I abdicate? Or is death inevitable no matter what I do?
The sage dreamed of disaster, and prayed for a solution. The gods sent a qilin, pronking along, most undignified. It led the sage to a child, abandoned but amused by the sacred beast’s antics.
"So you are our hero," the sage said, holding his hand out to their only hope.
The child laughed, and the winter-barren clearing around them bloomed.