Uknown

Chapter 4

    The cloaked figure hurried through the forest, their feet quick and silent. The soft rustle of their cape, barely audible. The rusted unlit lantern in their hand swung from side to side, producing a soft squeak. Their breath was heavy and showed in the cold air, spiraling up behind them as they continued on. After some time their steps began to slow, their cape starting to settle. They soon stopped, standing at the edge of the forest atop a grassy hill which led down to a vast clearing, a meadow if you please. Darkness still consumed this half of the meadow, the sun not yet reaching above the treeline. The figure looked down, below them, at the bottom of the hill, sat a farm.