A voice sang.
Within the vibrant forests filled with strange yet beautiful creatures, a man's voice sang.
'As the seas move towards the ancients, Long live it's God. When the awaited deity awakens... Being misery down to his child...'
The light of the passing sun fell upon a man's poor form. His long dark cloak dragged behind him. It ends filthy and mudded. A large, slightly torn hood covered his facial features. The man did not care. He walked towards the Elven rivers within the woodlands in Meian, the beautiful country governed by elves. The man's dark colors contrasted sharply with the colors of the beautiful surroundings. The tall trees welcomed his presence as if to a friend, not to a foe.
