Another day, another usual fight between the king and his second son, but this time the fight was major, causing Jason to run to the stables, grab his black shire horse, Darcy, and ride off. He didn't know where he was going, but all he knew was that he didn't want to be in the manor. "Take me away from here, Darcy!" Jason snapped, frowning and pulling at the reins in his hair. Then the horse galloped deep into the woods... galloping and galloping until it stopped abruptly, sending Jason flying. "Darcy! What the hell is wrong with you?!" Jason cried through tears as he watched Darcy run away. "Damn it... cowardly horse," he muttered. He looked around; his shirt was a mess and he had several scrapes. The cold in the forest was brutal; he needed shelter. He walked for a few minutes until he found a cabin and decided to approach it—well…until he heard something. “Who’s there?!” he blurted out.