Rhone has always been the one to put on a brave face, to lead his people where they needed to go. He has always been the vision of strength, of hope, of a future. But tonight, as he stands just at the entrance of the dark forest, he feels anything but. He feels as though his knees are shaking, as if his fur is standing on edge. There is something about this forest that makes him feel uneasy. He is unsure, but he presses onward.
Steps lead him into the darkness, the moon offering no sort of haven for him tonight. He does not have his light magic, the first time in a long time he wished that he did. Perhaps then he could light his own path, lead himself through the darkness and into the light at the other side. But tonight, Rhone enters the forest alone.
His uneasiness does not stop there. Even as he begins to walk, he can fear what sounds like wailing. Ears are alert, pressed forward as he takes cautious steps forward. He thinks it sounds like someone crying, but the wind is whipping through the trees so perhaps it is only the wind.
But then there is the sound of footsteps, following him through the woods. He pauses, turning to look around him in search of who might be hiding in the shadows. He sees nothing. Perhaps that is what makes him uneasy. "Hello? Who’s there?" His voice nearly trembles as he stands listening for an answer. All he hears is a faint “Help me!” Eyes pass from one side to the next, unable to see who is answering his questions. Perhaps it is just all in his head. Ghosts aren’t real, are they?
