Elora woke up once again beneath the canopy of Ashenvale, the forest whispering with the sound dead leaves .
Her sight wasn't her very own - her eyes glowed faintly reflecting the shimmer of something older than her, something beyond her imagination.
Around her the forest was felt alive, the air tasted as silver but deep filled with sorrow.
Death bled in her eyes. A river of ghost surrounding her waking world. Struggling in the voice of accusations.
"You were supposed to save us", the voices whispered every night.
"Not tonight", she always said clutching the talisman at her throat - a shard of obsidian etched with runes only the dead can read.
"You dreamt about them again, voice soft like smoke. Don't be lingered in their memories. " The spirit that shared her body stirred.
"I can't forget them. And if I do, then who will remember who they are? "
From the end of the Grove, steps were heard, steel in bark and cracks of a branch, she froze. A few dared to enter Ashenvale and those that did seldom returned.
Instantly Elora saw a figure, tall and curly haired, eyes burning faintly in gold and cloaked in an amour. His presence cut through the mist like a wound.
Hhmhmhm, don't you think you are trespassing, Elora murmured.
"Not really, I should be asking that. " The figured replied.
By the way my name is Kyle. Do you mind telling me yours?
Hmmm Kyle, nice name. Mine is Elora.
Elora suits you but if I may ask what are you doing in the woods right now.
You are so innocent aren't you afraid that you will get harm, Kyle whispered with a voice full of concern.
Thanks for the concern but I guess I should be more worried about. What on earth brought you here. No one survives the wrath of Ashenvaley. This village was cursed.
It's a land of trapped souls. No one lives here except me.
I also wonder how I can survive yet thousands of people tried to enter this village but also vanished within a blink of an eye.
Well, I was sent by the gods of the mountain to help the last oracle.
Oh! You are Kyle the disciple of the gods of the mountain.
Interesting, so do you know this last oracle.
This seemed to be the start of their relationship. Elora gave Kyle a bed and they always went together to hunt.
They lived a simple life during day but at night sleeping became their nightmare.
They both had scary episodes where they were trapped but they hid it from each other.
Not until one day when Kyle woke up to get some refresh because of the continuous episodes that always made him weak.
As he was moving along the corridor, he happened to hear voices from Elora's room.
He was so terrified because the voices seemed to be extraordinary.
He suddenly heard Elora's faint voice begging the voices to stop and live her alone.
The nights tortured her more than the life of hunting she lived.
Kyle was trapped in thoughts, he tried to move to Elora's room but his legs couldn't move.