Chapter 1 - The Night
As the ghastly winds blew across what used to be a dense forest, a hollow baby cry could be heard. It felt ghastly as if something from the other world was in it.
A few weeks past, every night the cries got weaker. On the fifth week, a light in the distance could be seen it was slowly coming closer and closer. When it was just a few feet away, a rustling sound rang out. A dark cloth surrounding the figure fell off. Under neath an old mans face could be seen. He was breathing heavily, as if he ran for miles. His cloack was dark red and he was holding a staff. The blood was still fresh, as if a battle happened not far away. The staff was still glowing from the mana residue. He put the staff on to his back.
And slowly walked up to the baby, and took him into his arms. The crying stopped, and a soft breathing sound could be heard. The old man smiled and started walking in the same direction.
