Chapter 2
In the woods of Beacon Hills the quiet is broken by the song of a single bird. Sitting in the topmost branches of a strong tree that marks the edge of a clearing, the songbirds lilting melody spreads throughout the woods. In the centre of the clearing is the base of what had once been a large and majestic tree, the tainted blood of fallen Chimera soaking into the ground around its roots. Small shoots have started to sprout from the ancient trunk.
As the bird sings the wind picks ups and the leaves join the chorus.
In a distant ocean the waves roll and crash adding percussion to nature's orchestra.