Kinngar sits on the rock catching his breath and wishing he had grabbed some type of supplies from the house.   The mist and darkness have an eerie chill in them tonight and he wished he had a blanket.<br/><br/>He listens to Jira as she relates the story to him and he thinks she has vaguely gone insane, he is no king in charge of the land, and what is this evil she speaks about, but he listens none the less.  She must be confused, but she saved him from those bandits at least and he is grateful for that.  She finishes and he speaks,<strong>“I don’t know how much of what you say is true Jira, but you did safe me back there and I am in your debt for that.  I agree that we need to rest and I am in no condition to fight you about a watch tonight.  We can talk more in the morning.  Thank You for everything tonight."</strong><br/><br/>He brushes away some debris from the ground and curls up to shelter himself from the chill before quickly drifting off.  It is a restless sleep; he sees his uncle and Aunt on the ground in the house just as he found them in their pool of blood, and then his father standing over them as he looks up at him with a look of despair on his face.  As he reaches out for his father he disappears and a shadow whisks in with burning red eyes and the gaze burns right down to his core.  He feels as though the shadow is pulling at his very soul before a sword cuts through the aberration and Jira is standing by his side.<br/><br/>He awakes with a scream covered in sweat and bolts upright looking for Jira.  His breathing heavy he hears only the sounds of the woods and the wind as it blows through the ravine and wonders if this feeling is what fear really feels like.  His heart is pounding and his finger feel numb as he blinks his eyes staring into the still and misty dark of night.<br/>