You had left your village long ago on a mission, but when you had returned: your once safe and clean village had been attacked by the Northmen that Druth had warned her about before hand, everything was runes and burned down to ashes, your mother had been slayed and Druth was now gone.

You remember it all vividly as if it had just happened yesterday.. approaching the two large wooden stakes that held your dead lover, Dillon, in a torturous sacrifice the enemies had done.. Blood eagle, where they cut open your back and back away at your rips and muscles, while you're still alive and hang you up by the back skin as if it were angel wings, bag over your head.

It's how everyone else who viewed your life thought you developed your psychosis..the seeing things, hearing other voices in your head besides your own..but in truth, you had the psychosis since you were a child.. it's a trait you and your mother had in common.

You walked through the large gates of the last 'Find the Nordic Letters to unlock the door' puzzle..and as you step into Valravyn's keep, a large forest place with stakes in all sizes around, glowing blue yet broken symbols hanging from ropes as you walked around.

You stumbled into a stick figure that had a horse..or was that a deer skull?, for a head, the back of it and shoulders covered in feathers..like a representation of Valravyn..it pointed at a portal that had a large raven bird sat on top by a fox skull hanging over it, you walked through the portal only that now the stick figures multiplied, some of the symbols had disappeared, and a bridge that wasn't there before appeared..you could see Valravyn floating at a distance by another portal..but by now you knew when you got to him some how, there would be a stick figure taking his place afterwards.

The voices in your head were making fun of you, hush whispers of all types saying: “LOOK!” as you looked around, while others whispered “shes never going to find it” or fox-like sounding cackles.