<div align="center">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/a9/71/41/a97141f741de94fd649d9b0ccd5803c6.jpg)</div><div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 24pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;"><span class="bbc_u">The roar in the fog</span></span></span></div><br/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: andale mono;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong><tt class="bbc_tt"><br/><br/>The blackness only lasted for a mere second but everyone one in the group felt their bodies shudder like they had been moved at some speed to a new location. That location happened to be deeper into the swamp. Gone was the vibrant green of leaves and moss, the chirping of birds and growls of mammals. There was a stillness to this place. An unnatural stillness. If there was ever going to be a domain for a sick Hydra this was a good place for it to be. <br/><br/>In the distance there was movement of something large. Loud splashes of footsteps revealed a creature of green just on the fringes of their sight. It was the creature that brought them into the swamp in the first place and perhaps it was by the grace of Mistress Paleleaf but the beast hadn't spotted the group of four in it's domain. <br/><br/></tt></strong></span></span></div>