<div align="center"><em>A tormented hero's warning...</em></div><hr/><hr/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://www.diablospot.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/08/thumb1-undead.gif)</div><br/>The deeper she went into the forest, the lower the sounds became. The lively chuckles of wood nymphs was replaced with an eerie howl as if the daughter of Ares stumbled into the wrong part of the forest. It was already darker than it should have been, the chill unnatural as a pair of red globes flickered into existence before her.<br/><div align="center"><em>Get away...leave this place...it changes me...Please</em></div>The voice might have been familiar, it had belonged to a person she might have known years ago. Many who came to the forest seeking adventure never returned and some where never fully recovered. The voice in her head seemed in anguish, as if it did not wish to be tormented any longer by the presence of another.<br/><div align="center"><em>Please...leave...or I will kill you! </em></div>The red globes that floated were the spiritual manifestation of rage, they charged forward and went through Sarah. Images played in her mind, of a man being left out her to die. Whoever the spirit was, had been killed by a camper long ago and left to rot. The red orbs vanished, leaving Sarah by herself, the voice receding from her mind...<br/><br/>A grave stirred from under the rotting foliage and damp earth, a yellow bone jutted out of the earth. Rusty shield and armor left to decay never did as out of sight something began to come together, back to life...