There was a small village at the edge of a dry vast land, nesting just before the long stretch of desert the village has rarely seen a visitor let alone venturing out into the vast desert. The sullen villagers were quite aware what lay far north at the far reaches of its burning plains. The Forbidden Forest was what the humans only whispered about when the storms that shook the houses from their foundations. Only when the storms came could you see the haunting forest light up in terror that seemed close but it was miles away. Hoping that the terrible tremors would stop, the storms lasted no longer than a week. Afterwards flowers and grass flourished about leading a trail straight through the desert. It was a mystery and a burden on the town. For there were some that would here of the rumors of the green path and come and wait tell the day that the forest green trail would appear, yet they fallowed and never returned. Finally after the imperial guards came requesting to know where the missing peoples went they knew that the village knew they had to put an end to the seekers of the trail. Sending the guards off with a puzzled story the village knew what lay at the end of the trail they knew it was the Forbidden Forest. Not knowing what was in that forest, yet curious nonetheless no one dared and the village prevented anyone from going.
The storm was a battle, the sound of thunder and metal clashing through the sky rang throughout the air as lightning flashed and streaked upon the land.  The village seemed to stand its ground not affected by the storm. In the tavern the villagers hid their fear and drank it away not expecting a visitor for some time. To their surprise lightning struck when the door opened and a lone cloaked figure stepped through the threshold. Falling face first the...