Screaming voiceless in my fitful sleep as a lone wolf howls sorrowfully at the shrouded moon. Hiding in the shadows the Reaper quietly taps methodically on my door all too soon.

I follow the lonesome sounds into the depths of an ancient and a canopied grove. What awaited me there? What dangerous visions?
Surely, I could not have known.

The howling, grew louder and echoed louder. Shadows began closing in on the hooves of Death. Shivering, I awaited and watched. In my ears sacred life pounded violently in my chest.

I came upon a clearing that was shrouded in the ghostly,...