i can’t describe what happned, it was too long ago, and it is now too blured. It started in fog, the same fog that swept and has swept over the land for hundreds of years. A poor, simple family, the husband and father worked out in the field and the mother, with the beauty of some automn season, with the voice of the wind was singing softly to her child. The words had no meaning but love, and the tune could hardly be heard over the whisling of the wind.
Along came the nights of some king, or some lord, all valient and just and good. they wanted to take the woman, in fear, she called out to the man that she had chosen to belong to and he came and slayed some of the nights. This was unforgivable. The tallest night reared up his horse and so began the most terrifying chase. The small family was chased right into the forrest where no man dared enter, where no beast would stay, and so the nights as valient as they were had to turn back.
The nightmare did not ent there and there was so much to wory about, so many things to fear in this forrest, water creatures would burst out of the stinking marshes, and the wind never gave up its stinking howl through all. But soon, the small family learnt to deal with this all and found a clearing where they were safe, and slowly, they began to build up a life, a home and trust.
It is late now, and i must rest, come back tomorow child, or when i feel strength come back to me.