It was Winter and we were camped out in the forest. We had been there for...What? Has it been two weeks already? Time goes by fast...

Anyway, we have been on a hunt. A hunt for the ones who call themselves "Dark Ones". Dark Ones are hard to kill annoying buggers. They enjoy themselves by hiding in the shadows, torturing innocent beings. They can't torture us, though. They only thing they can do to us is make us run...Annoying, if you ask me.

They chased us all over the U.S. We're near the Canadian border, now. Running at high speeds, swords sheathed, swords unsheathed. Even the Huntresses have their bows drawn and an arrow in hand. Waiting for them to jump out, we come to an immediate stop.

"You heard that right, Carson?" said Blake, a good friend and warrior.

"Of course. Everyone get ready. Shields up, swords out ready for a strike. I suspect them to give us a little fun for now...Before they decide to run into the forests of Canada."

We heard multiple twigs snap quickly and loudly. Just as we had expected, the black robed beings walked out in front of us, atleast 3 dozen slowly taking their hoods off...