I have many names, most of which have been given to me by the townspeople. The Reaper in the Woods, The Hooded Figure, The Cloaked Wanderer.
It's been so long that I can't remember my real name.
But I know it was before I started roaming through this forest. It almost seemed like an endless maze of trees, but I had been here a long time. I know that there were many towns before this one, but I can never remember them. I have come to know these people quite well. The healer, the old man and his granddaughter, the group of fishermen and the baker woman with her little son were among the many that I tried to help.
But something was coming. The war outside this valley was becoming more violent and dangerous. Soon, there would be soldiers here. Friendships will be shaken and family will become strangers. Lives will be overturned and memories that are best left alone will resurface again.
These people will become scared and more desperate. I need to make preparations before the storm comes and blows this small town off the face of the world.