Epilogue
There are rumors. Rumors of a dark forest where no one dares to travel.
They say no one makes it out of there alive.
Some say it’s all stories, that the witch that lives within is simply a heartbroken old elf.
Others say she’s a witch who eats the souls of any nefarious traveler who dares step foot in her woods, whether it be werewolf, Arryzan, elf, or any other type of being.
Some say the witch went there at the beginning of the new age, once the sky cleared, because she would’ve been burned alive by sunlight.
Almost no one alive really knows what happened that night.
The night the sky was cleared, revealing a beautiful blanket of stars above, and the land was rid of the dark magic.
Many beasts took to the caves, the thickest forests, or anywhere they could hide.
The witch is assumed to be one of those beasts, according to local legends.
No one knows of the brave souls who risked everything, because to prevent it from happening again, they chose not to share the details of the ugly curse. Not to anyone.
The only two people who know the truth, besides the witch, are the only souls said to have entered the forest and emerged alive. Queen Kezra of the Westland Fairies is the first, and the second is the High Chancellor of Torrynth, Raef Daelun.
They’ve been visiting for a hundred years.