The forest grew denser the further one went into it, the sunlight being blocked out by tall trees until it was as dim as a candle lit room. This was not a safe place and people rarely went that far. Rumors were that things moved in the forest darkness and that animals would not go that far in. It was much cooler in that part of the forest and strange noises could be heard at night, growls and roars from animals, or things, that nobody ever was able to catch a glimpse of. There had been a few sightings of shadows moving in that specific part of the forest, but, it was not easy to make out who or what was casting them. Those who usually tried to investigate were sent scrambling back out of that area by the sight of many light-reflective eyes glaring down on them. Of course, not everybody was so lucky to make it out. Occasionally, unruly children and teens would wander into that shadowed area of the forest, curious and disobedient as children and teens usually are, and they never made it out. The last time the search party went that far in, an arm with nobody was hurled at them out from the dark, followed by a deep rumbling growl.<br/><br/><br/>It seemed that whatever lived in the dark part of the forest didn't come out when the sun was shining bright, it was always at night. Foreign chattering could be heard, voices of many different tones communicating with eachother in rough, coarse whispers. After a team of biologists left a recording device in that part of the forest, and then collected it, they could hear the distinct sound of an old norse dialect in its perfect form. There also seemed to be abit of a pattern. While all the other voices whispered to eachother, a single voice in the lot spoke in a normal tone. It was a deep, masculine voice that seemed to turn into a blend of harsh screaming/growling when angered by something. That was not the only amazing thing caught, however. The most amazing part was when one of the researchers set a microphone up near a tree and asked if anybody was there and, if so, who were they. The recording playback captured a strong masculine voice, stating:<br/><br/>" Troll kalla mik<br/>trungl sjötrungnis,<br/>auðsug jötuns,<br/>élsólar böl,<br/>vilsinn völu,<br/>vörð nafjarðar,<br/>hvélsveg himins<br/>hvat's troll nema þat?"<br/><br/>The words were traced back to the 9th century in a document recording the encounter between Bragi, the norse god of poetry, and a troll woman. The researchers translated the saying, but it made almost little to no sense to them. The point was that somebody was speaking a language that had since developed into 3 other languages as if they had no idea that there was anything strange about that. Whoever it was had not been documented in visual form. Yet. Ashe had just missed the team of researchers who were setting up a night camera in the darker part of the forest. They were too confident that they would be able to see who was in the forest at night, speaking in such an ancient tongue with perfection. Night would fall soon. If Ashe had any hope of getting out of the forest, she had better do it before the sunset.