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On a brightful morning, he walks in the deep forests of Britain to find some clues. Being awake after a tremendous time of sleep, curiousity awoke in him to see what people of nowadays were up to.

When reaching the path of Snake Pass, passing trough the tunnel it seems quiet. No blacksmith's running for their veins, no nothing. Not even some critterly lizards on the way to slay.

After reaching the british graveyard, seeming quiet even there.

*Hmm, is that the end?* Flashes trough his mind.

After he appeared to the british gates of the cemetery, the bloody and rusty gates were opened towards the town. Carelesly and brutally forced to open by some reason. He passes the gates and takes a look into the sky of Britain.

*So, this is what has been going on around here? Uh?* He moans and keeps walking.

Moments after accessing the town, he routes towards the british main bank to see what dust his box had been collected over the time.
On the way to the bank he looks around with an astounding emotion on his face.

*Where are the young people, who used to run around the streets? What kind of disease has gotten around here this time?* Once again his toughts head towards problems.

Atleast he gets to the bank, where he aimed to go, he attaches his steed to the post and walks to the doorway. He carefully opens the door and enters the building, when seeing nobody inside he munches. *Hmpf* A moment later, out of curiousity he starts investigating *Hello, is anybody here? Im looking for my bankbox here!*

There are some bloodprints on the large carped on the floor, seeming like one would be brutally slayn around. *I guess they still are at war.*

He heads back outside to his steed, hops on it and gives a calm ride towards the bridge way.

Once reaching the bridge, he looks at the biggest castle of Britain, calming to be Raven Darkblade's home. Demolished and abandoned.

"Guess he found a better place for himself aswell, just like the rest" He flashes a tought

Crossing the bridge he gets closer and closer to the forest.

As his favourite creature on all lands are birds, by no clues he doesnt notice any.

"Wh-whaat is going on?" He angers and stops by the forest, looking up to the sky.

"Who've done all this, to these towns, people and forests?" The way more he moves, the more clear it gets to him, of what is going on around.

"Where is everybody?" He mumbles to himself.

After a walk from Britain to the fields of british he dismounts to look around closer at the grass, the land itself.

"There's some disease spreading, its more than clear. People who couldn't take it, fleed from the towns and people who were able to fight, died in the battle" He realizes the real habit of happenings around Britain and heads back on his steed, riding as the wind to find some living form, to go on further investigations.

Three hours later


Within the deep forest of Yew, riding fast and his intense breathing catches fresh air.

"What a peaceful aura, i've been missing all this." He stops and enjoys the blooming forest around himself.


Amuzed as always, by the power of Gaea, he dives into the joy between the trees as he would've smoked weed.

Once he hops off his mount, to catch some breath he stops by an Ankh.