Mist. Swirling white tendrils of vapour, twisting and winding their way through the trees like tentacular limbs. The trees themselves stood like tall, dark sentinels, their now leafless branches reaching like clawing hands up to an unforgiving iron-grey sky. The forest floor, once thronging with the rustles of the busy forest creatures lay like some desolate graveyard, the withered brown leaves motionless and the thick green moss untouched by any living thing.

And all drowned in the neverending sea of thick white mist. An impenetrable veil, thick and ice-cold as the silence that hung like a dead weight in the air.

Nothing stirred. One could have heard a spider spinning it's web in the quiet.

All still. All silent.

Waiting.

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Thorn and Kamika's lives were nothing particularly special. Thorn, one of the fourteen children his father, the King, had sired by several wives and Kamika the head chef at the Greak Oak.

However, on the day of Thorn's 100th birthday, the normality is shattered. Something evil is threatening the lives of the two young elves. Something that has silenced the forest's song. An ancient evil that hasn't aroused for thousands of years.

Now, aided only by an invisible wood nymph named Emerald, Thorn and Kamika must find a way to combat the terror. Without falling victim to it themselves...

updated Jan 4 '10 by SpookOfNight