She was charged with guarding the one thing that could destroy the world. He was cursed to unleash it... Deep within the sleeping boughs of the Rembark Forest, a lonely guardian holds an ancient evil at bay while she dreams of the world outside. Though barely more than a youth herself, she alone wields the power to confront those seeking to claim this Darkness. Her magics and purpose are as much a mystery to her as the strange man sent to collect her charge. Despised, cursed, and homeless, an outcast is drawn to a fate he does not want. Born of Darkness and Sky to fulfill a long-forgotten contract, he balances precariously between two worlds that can neither accept nor deny him. Together, they must discover themselves and their pivotal roles in halting the inevitable doom before it covers the lands in eternal darkness... Early evening's leafy shadows stole across the young elven maid's still form as she lay slumbering on one of the Great Oak's broad branches. One arm crooked behind her head and rested against the tree trunk while the other draped across her abdomen and gently rose and fell with each breath. A leg dangled languidly from the limb as the slipper on its other end balanced haphazardly on her big toe. With her cupid-like features relaxed and full lips smiling softly as she dreamed high above the ground, she made a very pretty picture. Unruly chocolate tresses normally cascaded down her back, but for now they piled atop her head in a loose bun. Several strands of hair escaped and tickled her nose. She swatted them away as if they were a fly. Down, down, down fell the shoe until a light thump signaled it reached the ground. "Hm?" The Druid stirred enough to open a nutty brown eye. It was then she noticed the odd quiver in the bark upon which she rested. Scooting herself into a sitting position, she straddled the branch and placed a hand on the trunk. Footsteps. She frowned, lifted her hand away for a moment, and placed it back again. It was true, the tree vibrated with unfamiliar footsteps. Puzzlement furrowed her brow, for it had been a good many years since a soul dared step into her domain. The Rembark was cursed, someone said, and so most people stayed far away. She wasn’t sure who said it exactly, but knew better than to doubt the word of Rasha. The old raven was one of the few creatures living under the roof of the Rembark treetops who occasionally left the wood in search of fresh gossip. She was the only link the Druid had to the outside world. And so, the fact that someone had entered her cursed wood intrigued the maiden greatly. Whether friend or foe, a stranger in her wood was still an adventure to break up the monotony of her day. Swinging herself around the large trunk, she shimmied down the tree like a monkey. Once her feet touched solid ground, she placed her palm on the bark one last time to determine which direction she should run in search of the footsteps. A tiny bell attached to the tip of one of her elongated ears tingled lightly as her ear twitched. It was almost as if she were listening for them instead of feeling for them. The footsteps were coming from—over there. With a determined spring to her step, she darted off, completely oblivious to the fact that one foot was a little less clad than the other.