Whispering trees stood tall, their roots entangling with the moss and stone of the ground below. A subtle breeze was flowing like a slow stream, winding through the fog and mist. An eerie silence filled the air with intense fear and a hair raising chill. The sky was not visible from the ground, obscured by the canopy of the ancient trees. The ground was a mess of rocks and entangled roots, not a single safe path could be found. Everything about the place screamed haunted. Forbidden.

But the young Fellen had no choice.

The small half snowy leopard, half human creature must of only been around eight years old. Yet it was desperately scampering across the forest floor, as if it were being chased by something that would most certainly kill her if she were to slow down. However, there was nothing in sight. Not a single creature could be heard or seen, except for the gasping Fellen. Why the defenceless creature was in such a place was a mystery.

Syra jolted awake with a start.

She gasped for air as she jostled out of her "bed" (a nest of leaves). She'd had a nightmare. Another one. Syra was sheltering in a cave, away from the murderous grasps of other creatures that wanted nothing more but to rip her apart for their own pleasure. Once she'd gulped down the air as if it were water, she slowly crawled over to a small crevice on the wall of her make-do home. Drip, drip, drip. A pool of muddy water rippled as water from the roof of the cave made it's way down to it at a leisurely pace. Syra lapped up the water, gratefully, as if it were holy water from a distant God, high above the sky. She was glad to be alive.

((Sorry if it's bad quality, It's late over here))