With every step we take, going deeper into the ancient forest, the air grows colder.
It is as if the trees close ranks around us like it guards some precious cargo from the outside world.
The path is narrow and indirect in its course. Magic pours in thick enough that I can feel its weight upon my skin. We are getting close to something significant,something powerful.
And then, as if out of nowhere, trees give way to this little haven among the pines,tall, piercing.
All at once, it is a different world altogether. The air shimmers faintly, and I can feel the energy inside my veins.
The stone walls around the sanctuary were etched with wolves and runes depicting the tales of old.
We reach the entrance, and upon reaching the huge double doors, an ancient voice booms from nowhere, sta
