Davin's POV
Eight hundred years ago….
I walked along the path through the light woods that I had used so many times now when I was going to visit my old friend. Although this time I wasn't going there because it was some kind of routine. It had been five months since I had last spoken to my old comrade and I was starting to wonder how he was doing. I wanted to catch up as you would say. The trees in this part of the woods had thinner trunks as it was still a younger part of it and they received more sun than the older ones. They, therefore, grew taller instead and didn't bother themselves with getting thicker.
