Kain is lying on his bed.
He opens his eyes, and stares.
He heard his name…
He’s sure of it.
Just a whisper.
“Kaaain.”
Kain sits bolt upright.
There it is again.
He gets out of bed and walks towards the door. It’s dark outside. The camp is covered in a shroud of mist. A bright shaft of moonlight penetrates the canopy. It bathes the camp in a ghost-white hue. Kain looks up. He sees the vague outline of a full moon forcing its way through the dense canopy. Something catches Kain’s eye. He turns sharply. Stood at the edge of the forest, is a woman dressed in white. Her dress takes on the same ghost-white hue as the moonlight.
She reaches out beseechingly.
“Kaaain.”
The woman turns, and disappears into the forest.
Kain tries to call out, but chokes on his own voice.
He sprints to where the woman was stood.
Nothing!
Kain stands perfectly still, and strains to listen.
The sound of rustling leaves causes him to turn.
He catches a glimpse of the woman.
Kain bursts into the forest, and looks right and left.
Vanished!
Once again, Kain strains to listen.
“Kaaain.”
There it is again.
Kain catches another glimpse.
The woman scurries away.
Kain locks onto his target, and sprints after it.
The figure glides across the ground, smoothly weaving its way through the thick undergrowth, and effortlessly breezing over hurdles.
Kain strains every nerve and sinew, he pushes his way through the thorny undergrowth as it hits him in the face. His hands and face are ripped to shreds. But Kain ploughs on regardless. He somehow manages to keep up—then comes to an abrupt halt.
Standing before him is the mysterious woman...
He opens his eyes, and stares.
He heard his name…
He’s sure of it.
Just a whisper.
“Kaaain.”
Kain sits bolt upright.
There it is again.
He gets out of bed and walks towards the door. It’s dark outside. The camp is covered in a shroud of mist. A bright shaft of moonlight penetrates the canopy. It bathes the camp in a ghost-white hue. Kain looks up. He sees the vague outline of a full moon forcing its way through the dense canopy. Something catches Kain’s eye. He turns sharply. Stood at the edge of the forest, is a woman dressed in white. Her dress takes on the same ghost-white hue as the moonlight.
She reaches out beseechingly.
“Kaaain.”
The woman turns, and disappears into the forest.
Kain tries to call out, but chokes on his own voice.
He sprints to where the woman was stood.
Nothing!
Kain stands perfectly still, and strains to listen.
The sound of rustling leaves causes him to turn.
He catches a glimpse of the woman.
Kain bursts into the forest, and looks right and left.
Vanished!
Once again, Kain strains to listen.
“Kaaain.”
There it is again.
Kain catches another glimpse.
The woman scurries away.
Kain locks onto his target, and sprints after it.
The figure glides across the ground, smoothly weaving its way through the thick undergrowth, and effortlessly breezing over hurdles.
Kain strains every nerve and sinew, he pushes his way through the thorny undergrowth as it hits him in the face. His hands and face are ripped to shreds. But Kain ploughs on regardless. He somehow manages to keep up—then comes to an abrupt halt.
Standing before him is the mysterious woman...
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