Hello, my name is Jack L. Horn and I am about to tell you the story of what has happened in the last few weeks. Now, this is quite the strange set of happenings so I suggest you sit tight and hang on. It all started on January 18th...
I’m walking through the woods on my way home from a hiking trip, but I forget to take into account how far away Roguewind is from this particular hiking place so already I am running late. Night is falling quickly and a sharp chill is in the air as it is the heart of winter. I hesitate for a moment, some strange whooshing noise catching my ear, and I look up into the night sky. The tall trees stretch on and on into the sky, but I happen to see just enough of the dark blue void to tell something isn’t quite right.
I feel this odd tingling in the back of my neck, and, without my permission, my heart starts racing. The sky is filled with flickering lights of the like I have never seen before and the whooshing intensifies into a deafening roar. Before I can see any more of what is going on, I make a run for it the first direction I can, tearing through the woods. I run as fast and far as I can until I cannot possibly run anymore, and I fall flat on my face exhausted. The sounds fade and I blackout.