There once was a legend of great sprits who had lived in the forest. These spirits would find and take in lost children and teach them their ways of magic. One day in a village not to far from these woods their was a young boy. This young boy went out exploring with his brother Sam.
"Do you really think there's spirits out here Niko?" Sam asked his brother, "I don't really know but if there are we should probably be prepared" Replied Niko as he unsheathed his small adventurer's sword. They kept on walking down an old path used by horses and wagons. "Uh oh, looks like there's some downed trees in our way." Said Niko as they approached the large fallen oak trees. "Well I guess we will have to camp out for the night." Said Sam. It was beginning to become dark so thy started a fire and slept on the fallen oak tree.
