The clanking of steel and the rattling of chains quietly echoed off the nearby trees as the figure approached. A young, brown headed young man cautiously watched before himself with well trained jade green eyes. He wore the basic gear of a knight in training. A simple silver breast plate and chain mail to protect his joints with a short sword and shield to defend himself. The sword was of basic make, but the shield was emblazoned with the seal of Lord Carion, the prince. He could feel his heart beating under his chest, it rapidly pounding against its confines. He often wondered if he would soon be able to hear it thudding against his armor. This forest had always made him nervous, but none had listened when he suggested to go around. Now here he was, lost and separated from the others. A slight rustle, just one leaf scrubbing against another was all that it took to set the young man off. Without hesitation, his hand deftly slid to his sword hilt and the shiiing of metal scrubbing against metal echoed loudly as he drew his blade and whirled around to point the tip towards where the sound came from. A few loose tendrils of long brown locks fell into his face, blocking his line of sight the slightest bit. Lucky enough for him, all that stood there was a very confused looking chipmunk.
The small creature gave the man a single glance than scampered up, up, up the tree and out of sight. Even with this ‘threat’ gone, he could not seem to slow the racing pulse thudding in his ears. Babump..Babump..Babump.. The sound pulsated in his ears time and time again and he shakily held his blade. “Damn you, Damion. Master said that you would get lost. Why didn’t you listen?” Damion spoke shakily to himself in attempts to calm down. This forest was known for people vanishing into thin air upon entree. Damion realized that soon, he might be the next victim.