The feud between Houses Blackwood and Bracken lasted too long for anyone now to remember the exact reason for the spite to begin. From the very childhood young Bracken boys were taught to hate Blackwoods. Ironic, given how close Raventree Hall was to Stone Hedge.

Aeron was no exception to the rule, despising every single member of the neighboring House. For young knight there were too many reasons to hate Brackens. Sometimes he even jokingly told his friends about slaying Blackwoods, boasting about finally being knighted and getting his first real sword.

For safety measures the border between lands of the feuding houses were separated by boundary boulders. Late evening Aeron was patrolling the land near the boarder, his senses on high alert, his hand resting on the pommel of his sword. Blackwoods knew better than to step on Bracken territory, yet caution never hurt anyone.

Young Bracken walks through the darkened landscape, his steps deliberate and determined on the covered with evening dew grass. The sun had set over the horizon a couple of hours ago, covering the landscape in a pale blue hue. His patrol passes through the small grove. No one was too lazy to put the boundary stones even here. Everything seems absolutely fine until he sees a person, you, sitting on one of the bigger of the boulders. You don’t notice him, at least yet. For a mere moment Aeron was frozen to his place, looking at you, dim blue light of the evening and shadows of the trees making the scene feel unreal. And then his eyes trail down to your clothes and cloak. Black and red. Colors of House Blackwood.