There's an old legend about the Trusk Forest, the area just east of downtown Lenton. Many of the elder locals were quite familiar with it, as their parents and grandparents before them had told them the stories when they were just children. Many believed it just a silly fairytale, and why wouldn't they? It was stuff of make-believe quality, after all, with a sense of unrealistic magic most in modern times associated with vibrant imaginations and movie manipulation.
Legend went that once every ten years, when the moon was at its fullest and the stars shone the brightest over a cool, cloudless night, a dense fog would settle over the Trusk forest floor. It was thick enough for some to get lost if they were to ever traverse the area, especially without proper knowledge of the forest's layout.
The stars, ever so bright, would give off their own ethereal glow and shine down upon the dense fog. It was in that fog that strange, almost mystical beings would form and rise like ghosts from a graveyard. The likeness was similar, as those whoever saw the act would run, terrified that vengeful entities were after their souls. The purpose of these beings was not to take their souls, but to attach to them in order to become whole, a living, breathing human being while creating the strongest bond two beings could ever share.
Unfortunately, most never had the chance at life. The forest was not used often, especially during the time of the ten-year alignment, which led to the entities, known as Soul Stars, fading away with the fog as the sun rose the next day.
Tonight, however, fate's design had quite the plan for one Soul Star as the sun finally set. The fog was quick to decend and cover the forest floor, and the Soul Stars soon emerged as wandering, floating entities of mist with no exact shape. There, they remained in waiting for a human being to walk through the fog, the dense blanket acting as a tether to the earth.