The fog is so thick, it makes him feel as though he cannot catch his breath. It fills his lungs and blinds him, making it nearly impossible to navigate through a forest he’s never been in before. And yet, Rhone cannot ignore the cries of the other, the one who’s seeking help. How could he ignore her cries? He knows he must continue and so, he puts on a brave face so that he might not look quite as scared when he finally finds the one asking for aid.
But soon, there is a command shouted far louder than the mysterious cries and wails of the forest, far louder than then cries for help. It tells him to run and Rhone takes a moment to ponder if he should follow the command. But Rhone is no coward. He cannot run away knowing there is still someone out there who needs his help. So against his better judgement, Rhone continues through the thick fog, hoping that soon it will clear.
And it does clear, in a sense. Instead of the fog moving away, it seems to change color and collect, turning from fog into creatures of black shadows with red eyes. It is a frightening sight and Rhone wants nothing more than to run. But there is still those cries for help. Someone is still asking for aid and Rhone wonders if the one who is asking for help has been confronted with these same individuals.
And then the creatures are charging. He is unsure of what to do, seeing so many stay put and so many charge to fight. Rhone is not a fighter, not really. He is no warrior. He is a fighter of words, not strength and brawn. And so, Rhone tries to dodge the creatures, hoping to run past them and towards the voice calling for aid.
Rhone chooses to dodge the attacks.
