The Desolate

Chapter One: The Ruse?

        The soft green grass gently breezed in the flow of the wind. Dancing gleefully to be freed from the cell of the darkness of the night. The clouds turning autumn to snow as the sun itself began to peak over the shoulders of the mountains in the distance. As if it was shy of the world below until it finall got the nerves of steel to show itself to this fimilar place. The mountains gave way to their defeat of keeping the sun rays from reaching this place. The darkening purple sky descending away from existence to be replaced by a hopeful saphire sky that brought the world into a place one can see than be blinded. It as if it had seem that light had again triumphed and the dawn has come.

        The awakening of the new dawn brought much joy among the forests. Life has yet again begun a new in the forest. Animals of all kind began to scurry about on the forest floors and among the overarching branches of the mighty trees. The fresh pollen air filled the scents of freshness with every step of the forest. The chill air flew free of the forest as all senses would delight into its pleasure.

        In the embrace of the wonders of the forest came a rather odd feeling among the critters of all kind. A strange sensation they haven't felt for quite some time by now. A feeling that died out a few years ago. Even though a feeling so alien felt so familiar. As they watched with blissful eyes down the path of the overhanging trees. In the direction of the rising sun. Waiting, a glimpse of what is coming from such a distance.

        As time passed on around them as they waited for the thing that was coming. A creature they haven't seen for quite some time. Has returned to meet their gazes yet again. They fled, in all forms and fashions throughout the forest. Hastily running, scurrying, and crawling about to flee from the sight of the coming creature. A creature that once plagued their kinds those few years ago. Has came back to haunt them again after so many years.

        This creature on the other hand wasn't concerned about the animals around him. Rather he was focused on elsewhere. A place that it needed to be. He walked on past the creatures of the forest as he stumbled on by with his walking stick of oak. He was rather an odd creature to the eyes of the animals. Walking on two legs, tall of height, and two arms that stumped out his shoulders. Though he was covered in a jacket that sheltered him from the harshness of the cold. He carried a pack on his back and looked worn on his clothes. Having his face covered by the hood he wore giving him a dark aura around him.

        Though in this presence of fashion he kept walking. Into the receding darkness of the fleeing night as the sun rose ever so high. As time passed and the sun lighting the forest a emerald spring. He still kept walking in the same direction. Keeping his focus on his certain goal before him as he kept moving forward.

        Though in his motions of his expense he eventually came to a small opening in the forest. Although it looked like this part of the forest was tampered. However, it appears that the forest slowly began to retake the small field of opening. Time is on the forests hand, rather not this creatures kind. Although the lone of his kind in the midst of this vast forest. He continued to walk deeper into the unknown.

        In the center of the large opening in the forest, stood an old creaking cabin. The wood planks and roofing still intact despite the wilderness of the forest. Although it looked like it was abandoned a long time ago. No a single soul has inhabited the presence of the inners of the cabin. Except for a lone man, which is expecting the lone individual that trekked across the forest.

        He pulled on the strap of his back back closer to him. Sighing heavily under his breath despite the exhaustion that lingers in his lungs. Instead he released the tensed sigh because of who is expecting him. His hand tightened around the walking stick that helped him so far in unknown. Trying to muster himself for what he is about to discuss with the man. Having gave him his unyielding loyalty to his own ends. Some more has time has passed as he knew the man is aware of him now.