Dark clouds covered the beauty of the sun as if mourning the death of a child. The birds were calm, and the usual chirps and songs of joy couldn't be heard—not even the rustling of animals between tall trees. The usual setting wasn't known to be the case of the Forest of the Damned, but that was its state.
Deep into the forest, within the little abode of Mistress Diana, a figure stood before the door, barefooted and with his shoes tossed to the side.
"Go away," Mistress Diana barked for the tenth time, but the man did not budge. He wasn't ready to leave—not when he had come a long way.
"I know you can help me. I am ready to pay whatever price," he screamed back.
"Another Kael," Mistress Diana sighed, staring into the whirlpool before her.
"You don't belong here. Go back and deal with the pressing issues at hand… This path is not one you should take."
"I need your help, and sending me away won't make the problems go away. Please, Diana, I need your help."
