UnNown: (NO, THAT IS NOT THE END! YOU THINK YOU'RE FUNNY? WELL YOU'RE NOT. GO SCREW UP SOMEONE ELSE'S STORY!! GEEZ.) The moon was a pale light obscurred by the choking drakness of the night sky. The stars were dead, and there was not enough light to show the way. Fortunately, the Warrior was a pro at emergency like this and he had been to the Warriors Way many times before. His blue handled sword banged against his tigh as Cheggars slowed to a trot. Leaves swirled in mini tornadoes and his shining red hair reached out and grabbed at the leaves almost playfully. Eerie boulders rose from each side of the path and towering trees loomed overhead. When taken with a closer look, the boulders were really tombstones. A slight shiver rolled down the Warrior's spine and he pulled his cloak tighter around him. He did so not in bitter coldness, but in pure fear of what laid ahead. Cheggars's ears laid flat on his head, a sure sign that he too was afraid. An owl hooted, but then all was silent. Finally, after a long hour of fearful traveling, the duo came to a dead end: piles and piles of toppled trees stacked ontop of each other blocked the way. The Warrior, however, kept a clam face throughout this. "Father...,"hissed his barely audible voice. "I'm back..." A rumbling groan shook the forest. "SO YOU'VE COME BACK, MY SON." A cracking sound filled the air...