As Makil slowly loped around the mountains she couldn't help but think of her parents.<br/>Her mother yelling at her to "Run! Move! Get far away from here!", her father's cries of pain as the rocks piled on top of him.<br/>It was the only memory she had of her childhood. Surely if she could get past this one memory then others would come. She was still thinking and strolling at a leisurely pace when she turned the corner to see a young man, probably in his early twenties, climbing the Mystfang.<br/>She had never seen anyone attempt such a difficult mountain in human form, and she was impressed. "Where could he be going?" She thought.<br/>Normally, Makil would have simply walked on by. Looking back she assumed that she was simply curious about the man, and was eager to have a distraction from the thought of her parents. Either way she had wanted to know more about this man. So, she chose a path up the mountain that would not cross with his, and was on her way.