Prologue
The heavy mists kiss the trees as the moon hangs in the skies. A single howl can be heard through the night. A wolf's howl. So loud it shakes the very earth. This howl is forceful enough to blow away the mists hugging the trunks and limbs of the forest. Silence creeps back into the trees and the mist forms back and caresses its beloved trees. Two ravens perch on the lowest branches of a particularly old ash tree. Under them a shape can be seen leaning against the tree. The shape moves away from the tree and becomes recognizable as a man. He looks up at the birds. As his head turns, a glimpse of his face can be seen. He is old, skin is wrinkled, beard long and grey with streaks of white. An eye patch can be seen, made from gold, covering his left eye. One of the ravens lets out a loud caw. A few short moments later a howl can be heard from close by. Two wolves appear from the trees to stand by the old man. He touches the tree and runes begin glowing across its bark. The runes begin to move and slide along the tree, slowly forming an outline of a door. Once all the runes come together a light forms. When the light goes away, a door is visible. A simple door in the side of the tree. It opens and the wolves walk inside, the man begins to walk to the door. He whispers something to the ravens and vanishes within the door. It closes and vanishes. The two ravens look towards a mountain, and wait…..