City of Emerald Fire
The first flake of winter snow fell softly before the robed-figure as he sat, knees bent touching his chest under a tall-dark oaken tree. The cold atmosphere around him sent chills up his body as he began to examine the area. Tall trees completely bare of any leaf or green stood towering above him on the cold, slowly approaching night. The chill of oncoming winter danced with the rising moon as they worked together to cast an eerie tint of grey throughout the woodland. It was dead as far as the hooded figure could see. His eyes sought out some place to keep warm, some place to keep safe during this cold and treacherous night. Distinct sounds of crawlers and beasts swept around him from every direction, driving him closer to madness. He concentrated harder. Soon enough, sleep came as a warm blanket over him as he faded into unconsciousness.
The sunís soft and dim light woke him from his sleep. The figure quickly stood up and checked the secret pockets within his robes, then quietly stepped away from the tree he had rested against. A cold wind rushed over him and the tree cracked and screeched as if it were in pain. Hurriedly, the tall black-robed figure gathered his scarce belongings and began to run. In which direction he ran, he hadnít a clue, but wherever it was, it was away from whatever had been chasing him.