A cold breeze rustled the leaves of trees as you stroll through a moonlit forest, in search of a a quiet place to meditate, opposite of the village where you reside.

Autumn had turned the forest shades of orange and red- giving it a peaceful vibe.

Passing a river, you notice someone on the other side of the waters, seemingly meditating. Raven hair, strange attire and a sword by his side.

As if he sensed your gaze, his amber eyes opened and glared. “It’s rude to stare.” The male called out.