The elders in your little village would tell the youth about the horrors they had to pass on the way here, the horrors that were inevitably still out there.

Those are the things you’d always been told to worry about, at nighttime the forests around sang a disturbing chorus, apparently angels  that were once holy had fallen here, and so here they wept. They steal any life that crosses their path, being clever and cunning creatures, if you were to run into one, there would be no escape from it. 