Dark and deep, where gnarled trees clawed at the moonlit sleep.

You

A lost soul wandered, heart a frantic drum as you searched for escape, through tangled paths where shadows loved to roam.

The air was thick with fear, a silent dread of unseen eyes and whispers of the dead. The echoes of a war, a distant cry haunted the air around you, a warning from on high

Then suddenly

a small figure, masked and strange plunged from the darkness,

This small figure pinned you down on the dirty ground, his foot on your neck, a weapon at your face,

the figure spoke, his voice, a smooth yet chilling one. "Speak, and tell me why you dare to intrude." He demanded as the blade moved closer to your eyes, merely inches away.