Change

It was a cold winter, especially moreso in the northern regions such as the woods of Annúndir that resided between the Fields of Fornost and Kingsfell. Despite the temperature, the day was glowing, but the sun hid behind a mask of clouds. It was to be expected as light comes with heat, and if heat was masked so should light.

A wind flows in the instant that the man is walking in the midst of the great forest of the Trollshaws. His arms and the upper mid of his body are involved by bandages wet by blood and washed by the rain that falls upon the place.

And so did her plans unveil, and her betrayal was made clear to me, in the most brutal, horrid way... She set me up. Helena, the one person I made the mistake to place my trust in, the queen of poisons, this monster of a woman, has managed to spin a web around me, while all the time feeding me with lies, with false promises, clouding both my vision and my judgement... Just like she has done to so many others before me... She guided my hand in slaying a kin, when there was no kin to be slayed.