Warped

The skies are clear and the atmosphere of silence dominates the moment. The perfect spot to pen down a couple of thoughts was under a century old tree in the middle of Witch Forest near Eruditio. Well, the forest is mystified with black magic and left with the stories of Vexana roaming around its vicinity. It was late afternoon then, I'm still scribbling some words, some letters, some thoughts, some nightmares I couldn't explain. Yes! You heard it right. Nightmares of me begging someone named, Leomord. Riding in a very respected facadé with his horse he called as Barbiel. I don't know why I've been dreaming him or how am I related to him. Suddenly, Nana the Feline Wizard that found me almost dead in the Abyssal Cave appeared from nowhere. Where have you been all this time?