A bright round disk shone in the star speckled sky. The Moon bore a red shine which hinted a new moon as the sun began to set leaving a golden horizon upon the fields which Destyn had learn to love in his growing years. In another week he would be another year older, becoming an adult and just starting to go out on his own and live his own life. It had been a big deal because he had never been aloud to venture out of this town, unless of course he was accompanied by his Elven mother Lily. She had always been so protective over where he went… but then again anyone a generation older then him seemed that way. It had long been forgotten, but a war had taken place which had forsaken them to leave this place, no matter what.

“Nojae...” Destyn mumbled as he sighed and lay back upon the stone that had just started losing its heat from the mid day sun. The stone building which he lay was an old structure, crafted by some Elven architectures long before Destyn’s time. The Stones were placed together as if a puzzle, fitting together in an almost impossible form that made one wonder how it could even have been done without searching a million mountains for the right rock. The building was a midsize house for the town, Destyn’s family hadn’t been a rich one, and then again not many people here were.

Not many travelers ever came through, but when they did they seemed to look down upon the fact that Humans and Elves lived so well together. It mustn’t have been too natural of a thing, though Destyn rarely took heed of the differences. He had been lucky for that, his life may have been sheltered, but he was easily accepted into life and grew up happily.

But for a long time it seemed this place has been cast into some form of shadow away from the eye, forever left alone. And not a good shadow. It seemed as if a thick haze of fog had settled over the town, it had become more of a saying then a physical form, but it could be felt. Destyn shuddered and sat up, deciding the stone was cooling off faster then he had hoped he decided to turn in for the evening, dinner should have been set by now.

It seemed that he would be following in his fathers footsteps once he turned eighteen. He would be a Soldier of Rollin’ Hills. His mother seemed overly displeased in his decision though. She was more of a religious type. He could recall when he was very little she sang a prayer for his father, himself and older brother, her blond hair shining in the lantern light and her bright blue eyes. Her voice had always seemed to hum a crystal sound, just thinking about it made his eyes droop into a gesture of sleep. Shaking it off he continued to ponder. His mom had wanted him to go towards a monk’s life or priest, something of the religious sort. Not something he had wanted to do she still made him study and ‘train’ for it. It hadn’t been entirely bad, it had calmed him down a lot in the past few years, he had gained a sort of discipline that most people didn’t have in this town. Everyone seemed either laid back or uptight, never in between. Destyn had chosen he liked being in between and continued to let his training do that. In the past year he had also stepped up his training in swords and the bow. Though he preferred the crossbow, it was quicker to aim and shoot which gave a competitive aim to any enemy. Though reloading wasn’t quite as graceful, so he had made it an art to reload quickly.

Being a Half-Elven he had taken the courtesy of learning techniques in both of his ethnics though over the years he had taken on more of a human appearance and he would be considered an adult at the human age. But it had been hard, for as long as he could lift a sword he had trained- using a bow a bit longer he had become more skillful with arrows then a wielding weapon. Breaking out of his thought he had realized how hungry he had become and he rushed downstairs surprised at the fact that he still hadn’t been attracted by the smell of potatoes and some form of meat that usually was so spiced up you wouldn’t be able to tell where it came from.

“Mom?” The blood rushed to his head from rising so fast, she didn’t respond. Dizzy he wandered to the main room, he felt a breeze as he glanced towards then entrance, the door was ajar. All of the sudden as his heart begin to pound and a rush of that ‘fog’ swirled in through the door, seemingly darker then the first time he had felt it this evening as he heard a loud shriek. Someone was in pain.