The woods were silent as they had always been, silent with the faint echoes of animals and plants. It was almost like every other morning, the sun rose and painted the trees with light. It woke the forest up and everything went on as if on a routine schedule. That held true for all but one inhabitant of the forest. As the lights seeped through the windows of a small cabin deep in the forest, the creature that lurked inside made a groan. There was a loud crash, then silence. Inside of the cabin past the living room and in one of the rooms, a man who was called Wolf laid crooked on his bed.<br/><br/>Last night he had remembered venturing out to the local tavern in Swindon. It wasn’t as if he went into town every day, possibility once or twice a week. It was typically the same thing when visiting the tavern though, he would drink and get surrounded by the usual female regulars. However, for some reason last night just happened to not normal. He could recall it, stubbing out of the tavern then hearing some type of fight go down now far away. A bit considered and knowing he was strong enough to help, he followed the source to find a woman and man fighting. When he said the woman go down from a blow, he rushed in threw a few punches and kicks at the man. However, the man got distance between them and with a glance at the woman, rushed off. Marcus had quickly gotten on one knee and grabbed onto the lady’s hand. He pleaded with her to try and live on. The woman however was coughing up blood. She thanked him and handed him a small dagger and a necklace. She had told him to give this to someone named Alivia. The moment he agreed to do so, she had gave him a smile. It was then that her heavy breathing had stopped and her eyes closed. He had sat there yelling at her to open her eyes until he heard voices. He placed her hands in her lap before he had jumped to his feet and fled the scene.<br/><br/>Stupid! He hit his head into his pillow before shifting to sit up with a hand rubbing his face. He made another grumbling sound before he looked around his room. His eyes settled on the dagger and the necklace that he laid on the chair in front of his bed. “How could I possibility hand this over when I failed at taking down the guy...”