The forest was no place for the lone traveller. The terrible tales told to children were not just stories intent on keeping them in line. On a quiet night, when the owls and the crickets were silent, the screams of the fallen emanated from the edge of the forest, like whispers, warning those who got too close to stay away. However, one part of these childhood stories could not be ignored by some. There was a reason those lost souls ventured into the forest despite the warnings; a treasure beyond ones imagination.