• Running through the trees hidden by the shadows cast by the bright circle moon over head, a lone figure moves gracefully past the many trees as they appear out of the darkness ahead as it travels onward. Shouts of distant voices eco off the trees as their branches threaten to snare the figures torn clothing as it rushes around their ghastly reach. The shadows that hid the features of this night runner vanished as the figure entered a small moon lit clearing reveling a beautiful eleven maiden in what appeared once to have been a gown made from the finest silks, now shredded by the forests grasping hands of wood. Unable to rest due to the sound of quickly approaching voices, she clutched the two large bundles she carried tightly to her chest and plunged back into the safety of the trees an cover shadow. The voices become only a short distance from the fleeing elf as her strength slowly began to leave her exhausted body, ahead of her the lights of a village come into view just beyond the border of the forest and she opened her mouth to scream for someone, anyone to come to her assistance.The maiden screamed but once before two arrows silenced her pleas for help as her body flew foreword tossing the two bundles away into the dark as her life-force rejoined the great spirit of the land.