"Can you tell me a story?"

"of course, what story would you like me to tell?"

"Can you tell me one of your stories again papa?"

"of course my child, I will always."

Once upon a time, there lived a small, young, fragile skeleton. He wore a red cloak coloured like the crimson of blood, and with a heart like stone. His town was very poor indeed and the people do not treat others well, late at midnight his magic began to dissipate into nothing.

Scared and afraid, he passed out to the visit to the doctors and woke up to see his fragile body melted and distorted. He only survived with only part of his soul and what little magic he had left to just barely hold his physical form.

Deep in a hidden forest, where only the strong ones, feared ones, adventurous ones will only find themselves in the forest. In it lived a lonely soul, trapped within the forest with an eternal curse. His touch drains the living faster sight could see, leaving the soul with sadness and fear. He long searches the missing part in his life as he never felt the true life of his youth as it was stolen away. Not even Life could help what is need of stress and anguish.

Old and dismal he waits, guarding the forest. Until something red, and new, come into the forest.

Alone.