The sky was black, and the wind blew lightly. The trees of the woods blew gently. The wood was dark, all except for one area near the middle of the wood. A fire was burning so high up in the air, that nobody in the whole world would have seen one like it.
A man was sitting by the right side of the fire. Along with a fairy, that shined so brightly of the lightest shade of red.
The man had hair no longer than his jaw. He wore a long black cloak that covered his whole body, his eyes were dark, but still looked alive. The man had a few wrinkles over his eyes, and he also had some scars on his right cheek. But most of all, the thing that caught the most attention was the wooden leg. It was replaced with his right leg, and it was the most fine cut piece of wood anybody would have ever seen.
The fairy glowed with red all over her. She had a short dress and hovered over the man just close enough to his neck that she could touch it. The fairies wings were moving so quickly that it could hardly tell that she was moving them.
The sky blew out a huge crack of lightning, and the man and the fairy got up. The man started walking away, and with a click of his fingers, the fire that once burned in the middle of the forest, blew off. The two of them walked slowly down the path towards North. The two had no idea where they were going, but only if the fairy flew high enough, did they know what direction they were flying in.
"We'd better find a nice cozy place to stay, eh Firewing?" asked the man.
Firewing just gave a little shrug and they moved on forward. Firewing and her master sat on a huge stone close by.
"A little rest won't hurt us. I mean, the storm doesn't look like it will hit for a little while." Explained the man.
Again, Firewing gave another little shrug, and they both sat down together admiring the sky. But a sudden movement startled them both. The man shot up as quickly as a dog chasing a cat, and called out.
"Who's there?"
No one answered. The man looked around all he could see was a pound, a few dozen of trees, and a bush. The bush, he looked at the bush. And for a moment, he could swear he saw two bloodshot eyes starring at him.
"What are you? A Wolf, a Night-Mare, a Fire Elf?"
The man still looked at the figure, as did the creature. The creature finally took a big leap, right over the man with the cloak. The man fell right to the ground, and the predator gave another jump, this time, straight for the man.
"Woodleg NO!" Yelled the fairy.
Woodleg got right up, and quickly jumped out of the way of the wolf's leap.
"Ah, so its wolf-play?" Said Woodleg sarcastically.
Woodleg clicked his fingers and a wick of fire blew from his fingertips.
"Let me give you a few tips why, you shouldn't play with fire."
"One, When you play with fire, it will get you back!"
Woodleg clenched his fist, and soon enough, his whole fist was on fire. He unraveled his fist, and pushed forward to let a huge string of fire go flying towards the wolf. The wolf got hit straight on by the string of fire, and fell on the floor howling with pain.
"Our fun is over already?" The man looked disappointed. But satisfied at the same time.
"Well I hope you learned your lesson?"