Some say he possesses mystical powers. Some say he is a source of all evil. others say he brings joy to the places he visits. very few people have ever seen what is beneath his hood. Very few people know who he truly is.

On top of the crumbly old rock sat the mysterious man waiting and watching time as it slowly passes. The fog slowly moving through, swallowing all who dare to stand in it’s way. As it creeps closer to the strange looking man, it wonders why he would dare to stand against the will of the fog. The fog has now consumed almost all the valley leaving nothing but misery behind, the mountains cry out, as they wish to be seen be all, needing to show off there beauty, but still unable to do so.

Suddenly the sound of bones cracking now echoed around the valley. “My old bones cracked louder then I thought, how long have I been sitting here?”

(finish later, until then forget this sentence)