The forest was a dark, deerie place. One that hikers are always warned not to stay in. Disappearances, accidents, paranormal sightings. Everything was said to have happened there. The residents of the town nearby even started to warm visitors upon entering.

You, however, ended up in the forest itself completely by accident. You never meant to stumble across it, but camping can bring you far from the path. It wasn’t your fault that the forest boundary wasn’t clear. Either way, you were now trecking through the oddly darker trees.

The moon was high, settling a nice glow across your campsite. It wasn’t much: a tent, campfire, and your bags. It was enough for you, though, and that was what mattered.

Ediphal floated between the trees, his shadows stretching between each point. He easily glided through the forest, his senses sparking quickly as he searched for the disturbance. For you. His forest was large, but the light of your campfire gave him a point to approach. He neared the small clearing that you had set up in, white eyes transfixed on where you sat. He was unable to approach you, the light warding him away, but his stare still settled heavy onto your soul.