ANCIENT SINS

ANCIENT SINS

ANCIENT SINS

ANCIENT SINS

ANCIENT SINS

ANCIENT SINS

ANCIENT SINS

ANCIENT SINS

ANCIENT BLOOD AND BLACKENED SKIES

THE FOREST DARK SHALL ONCE MORE RISE

Consumed by the fires I had once been burned in, vengeance day has finally come. Finding mobility, I reach out. Crawling from my grave, my skull gives out a deathly roar. Ghostly flesh forms around the old structure, my senses returning. An all too familiar smell fills my nostrils. One that I never forgot. And had apparently, never left.

"I smell, a NORTHWEST!" I shout, flames bursting in place of a beard. Failing to see where this descendant may be hiding, I will my old axe to materialize. "Come out! Come out wherever you are!" I beckon and call, dragging said axe on the ground. I gave no care to the scars and damage I left on these old floors. This place was my gift, and I have no objections to taking it away.

Whispered shouts could soon be heard. While I could not make out the words, it was all I needed. Both to identify a more accurate location, and that this Northwest is a child. The table lifting away, two voices scream upon discovery.

A boy and a girl. The boy had a worn book nearby, and bore an expensive suit. His dark hair had been styled neatly while he stared with wide brown eyes. A similar expression came in blue. This girl bore long blonde hair; an unnatural length I would say had her ancestor not bore a similar trait. Wearing a purple gown, she was truly terrified of the sight of her death bringer. Receiving such terror from a Northwest was satisfactory in itself. Just not enough. "You shouldn't have come here!" I roared, raising my axe over my head. Slamming the blade down, these children narrowly run out of the way.

"This way! Hurry!" the girl shouted as the duo of Northwest children ran off