1 The Cold Nights

Wind swept into the dark forest, with it snow and cold whispers. The tall trees swayed, needle brushed against needle creating erie sounds. The moon hidden by the tall trees. Staying on the forest floor would be a grave mistake, for those that do disappear along with the night at sunrise. Story's say that creatures from the Elan Kingdom creep from forest to forest at night in search of their lost child. Would it be that simple no one living being would mind, but these creatures take every elf and human they find in there searches. The taken are never seen again. This is no horror story told by the old while drinking tea around the fire for it is forbidden. To speak of such saddness is is unforgivable for no one father, brother or mother has been able to done one thing against these creatures. Even veteran troops from the War go missing. Their several attempts to fight the creatures have been futile. As always, those on the forest floor disappear without a single trace. Rumors say that a hero from far lands shall put an end to these takings and one day shall unite the people of the forest and wage war against the Elan Kingdom in hope to recover those taken. I am Rie, I am not a hero, I am one who kills hero's. I am the lost child. Tonight I hunt.