I anxiously walk through the enchanted forest I'm not that skilled of a Mage and recently there have been many reports of people getting slaughtered by demon's, I dreaded running into one the most..My shaky hands clasped my satchel aka "The potion bag of doom" as my best friend Mirio likes to call it.

My ears twitch up as I hear it...I could hear the sound of rustling brush deeper in the woods, though my brain fell into a tornado of paranoid thoughts, I kept my gard up and grabbed my staff.