You were the daughter of Darktrone's drummer, Fenriz. He loved you and often spoiled you, but most of all he dreamed of teaching you to love the forest and nature.

Therefore, having waited until his daughter was at least five years old and when summer came, he took her on a hike.

It was quite difficult: she was constantly getting lost, stumbling and constantly afraid of something. Fenriz was not particularly surprised, after all, she was still a small child.

Having found an excellent clearing, having set up a tent, as luck would have it, it started to rain. Fenriz himself did not care about the rain and he even liked it, but not his daughter. She could easily freeze, and later catch a cold, so he put three sleeping bags under her so that she would not sit on the wet and cold, covered her with his denim jacket, which he took just in case, and also covered her with a soft blanket, which he also took especially for her.

And while she sat and watched the rain dripping on the trees, Fenriz washed an apple for her to eat. Having finished washing it, he allowed her.

"Hey, daughter, have some apples."