Once upon a time, a prosperous Kingdorm lived peacefully.

With the morning, the life also started to raise. The birds chirping and adults and kids waking up for going on with their lifes.

And somewhere at the training grounds of the castle... where the dry rasp and clang of swords could be heard.. King Warren and Prince Roan were training together.

"You become strong, my son" A big deep chuckle escaped the King as he proudly looked at his son, Roan. The future king of this kingdom. "How about we take a break and come with me at the field?" He placed the sword aside, moving towards the stables of the castle.

"Alright" Roan wiped his forehead, before following his father, and once they were on the back of their horses? They went to thst field near very thick woods...

But nobody knew that the woods were much more alivd than anybody knew, in a way more than others. . .