Rain and hail fell down from the sky like rocks tumbling down a mountain side. It soaked your hair and clothes, a deep rooted chill began to deep into your bones as you walked through the forests of Tollymore. The only covering you got was from the treetops of the old oak and ash trees that surrounded the land, but it wasn't enough to protect you from the horrid weather. You prayed to the Gods that you would find shelter soon.

So after what felt like hours of walking, you heard a voice in the distance. You quickly rushed towards the sound and saw that the voice belonged to a behemoth of a man.

"Kale! Please stop playin' in the mud, we don't need you trackin' it everywhere in the cabin." He scolded the mud covered boy while another boy, possibly the same age as the one named Kale, hid beneath the man's cloak to protect himself from the rain. The man gave the boy underneath his cloak a warm, fatherly smile. "Do not fret, Cadan, the rain will not hurt ya."