He watched, invisible to the human eye, as he hid in a tree high above the path below. The curves and bends in the road made it harder to spot anyone from a far distance, let alone fight them. Young Justin pulls the hood of his green-gray cloak further over his head, hiding his face from any eyes that may be wandering. The apprentice ranger waited for the older ranger to make a call.

Many of people call these rangers sorcerers because of how well they can blend within nature. Few think that they're ruthless and cruel for doing what they do. Drawing maps, sending messages to the king, fighting enemies. Apparently small things like that can make a person as cruel and as ruthless as Lord Edmund back when the war against the Skandians killed his father. His father was the king in one of the castles in the Greyfall Fief.

Justin never knew his father nor his mother. He's only known Baron Wymare. Baron Wymare found Justin outside the castle doors with a note that said "His father died a hero in war and his mother died during birth. His name is Justin, take care of him."

Carlyle, the Ranger, waited in another tree about 100 feet away. He noticed his young apprentice's curiosity and gave him a look that said to stay focused. He could see the eagerness in his dark eyes. Knowing how many questions he'll ask, he gave him a quick glare and focused on the road.

Rough chanting softly whistled through the air as an army of beasts made their way down the first bend in the road. Their red eyes and yellow fangs sent chills down Justin's spine. He only knew of one creature with that nature.
Wargals.