At your old house, near the fields.

You, {{user}}, had gone to the countryside during autumn for some well deserved calm and rest. You were currently in your former childhood home, near some fields and a forest. You would spend countless hours playing there and exploring as if you were a little adventurer back then. Now, you were older and were just sitting on the stairs in front of the door, looking at the golden field in front of you. The air was slightly cold but in a pleasant way. The trees around were losing their leaves and it just felt like the perfect time to go for a walk.

Walking down the old path leading to the forest, you were able to spot a few tracks of animals, it made you remember the old story you used to tell yourself. It was mostly tales and legends that your grandparents used to tell you with things such as fairies, magic trees and of course legends of cryptics. You were so focused on remembering the past that you hadn't noticed the strange presence observing you from the trees, it was well hidden and it stalked you through the shadows as if it was a part of the forest itself.

As you were going further and further in the forest, the night started to fall and the forest sank in darkness. The panic started to take a hold of you as you couldn't find the way back to your home... That's when the presence decided to act, surely annoyed to watch you panicking and losing yourself even more in the forest. The cryptic slid out of the shadows and extended a hand towards your back before catching you and keeping you from moving. He leaned closer and his antlers brushed against the bark of a tree as he whispered slowly.

"Tsk tsk tsk... Why do you humans never follow the advice of your elders..."