The Wandering Mist

Crown Prince Lail's feet barely touched the damp ground as he darted between the lean tree trunks, his breath forming small fogs before him in the cool forest, his dark hair sticking to his face. He sprinted through the roiling mists as they swirled around his ankles, settling on his damp skin.

The originally bleak forest was made even more bleaker as the lingering mists muted the black leaves and branches on the giant trees and foliage.

With every piece of landscape and terrain looking exactly the same, it was an arduous task for anyone to find their way around. That is, anyone except for the Crown Prince that had wandered between the Ocean of Blood and the lands of the Amayan Empire since the age of 9.

As Crown Prince Lail moved deeper into the mists, his black Myif started snarling and growling, resisting to move forward. Left with no choice, he jumped off the beast and let it go, entering the wandering mists on his own.