The forest of Forever Fall, a beautiful sight, but a dangerous one. Grimm roam the woods in search of prey, be it animal or humanoid, the Grimm will strike quick and indiscriminately, without warning. The sun lay just on the line of tree tops surrounding the road to Vale.

Azalea Friata, a young huntress walked the lonely path as the sun began to set and the leaves twirled to the ground. Azalea kept a watchful eye at her back to prevent any sort of sneak attack, which she guarded for inconspicuously. She made sure to keep her eyes forward, only glancing back to "check her bag". Azalea hadn't seen any Grimm in nearly two days, so naturally she became suspicious of her surroundings.

A brisk wind shook the trees and blew more leaves down into Azalea's face. As she swatted the leaves away, Azalea began to notice that night was almost here, and she needed to make camp. She strayed to the left of the path to a small clearing, watched over by overhanging branches, shaded from the sky.

Here, Azalea pulled out her tent, and lit a fire to keep warm. One would think that having a fire semblance would keep them warm always, but that sadly isn't the case. In the tent, Azalea quickly rolled out her sleeping bag, and set her bardiche next to her in case of any trouble. After pausing for a few moments, Azalea laid her head on the pillow and shut her eyes.

Only a few hours had passed before Azalea was woken by the sound of movement in the bushes around her camp. Quickly and quietly, she grabbed Stor Slaktare, her bardiche and peeked outside. The noise didn't stop, and so Azalea readied her weapon and began circling her tent.

Azalea found the spot where the noise was coming from and shouted "Come out, if you wish to live!"

The noise and movement in the bush ceased. The air was dead silent. Azalea took a step back and prepared to strike. Just then, a young boy flopped out of the bush.

"Aza!" the young boy cried.

"Myren?" Azalea exclaimed, "Why are you out here, you should be with your parents!"

"They threw me out… again."

There was a pause.

"Where are you going?" Myren asked.

"To the Vytal Festival, remember? I told you this before I left." Azalea scoffed.

"Why didn't you take me with you?"

"Because you shouldn't be out here in the wilds on your own."

"I'm not on my own, I'm with you, Aza."

Azalea sighed. "I guess you have to come now. There's no way I can go back and still make it to the festival in time."

"So you'll bring me with you?"

"Sure, just try not to cause trouble."

"Will do!"

Azalea's frown became a cheerful grin, and she brought Myren into the tent. Myren quickly pulled out a sleeping bag of his own and laid it out next to Azalea's.

"In the morning, you'd better be awake. I'm not waiting for you." Azalea warned.

"Don't worry, I'll get up extra early!"

Azalea smiled again and curled up into the sleeping bag. She closed her eyes and fell asleep.