The change, thought the hunter as he bounded down the tuffs and fields of the downhill walkway leading to the Darklean forest, reminded him of the nightmares. It was the same fear that seemed to strangle his heart, the same terrifying feeling that he felt in both occurrences. And he wondered briefly if they were a sign, a prediction of what's to come. Coming up to the forest he felt a sudden magnetic pull, drawing him in towards the trees. The lure came strait from the heart of the forest, and it lightly drew him closer and closer until he found himself surrounded in a speckled darkness of trees, and leaves that blanketed the sky, branches hanging from the broken ceiling. It all happened in minutes that passed by in seconds, and the hunter felt a sudden rush of wind and suddenly the pulling stopped, and the hunter started to wonder if it was ever really there.
He was in unknown territory now, and the beating of his heart became evident in his ears, growing louder and louder until it echoed off of the trees, threatening to wake the darklean that dwelled in their roots. The hunter stood still, holding his breath, yet darting his eyes across the dim and shrouded scene around him. Minutes passed and when he sensed that it was clear, he moved swiftly, flying up a nearby tree to get a point or direction of where he was. After managing to climb up the tall dark trunk, he burst through the thick green canopy, and glance around. His mouth flew open at what he saw: He was in a valley of sorts, and there were trees as far as he could see through the foggy mist that was cast over the dark green hills. He was lost. Lost in a world of danger, and peril, and he was merely over looking the pillars and braches of an unknown hell in some strange yet identified land. He was in the land of the feared. The only realm of darkness that could escape Gods grasp. He was in the heart of the Darklean forest.
The only word the could pop out among all the fear, darkness, and clustered evil, was how; how did he end up here, in this black and shrouded heart of trees and darkness, when he only walked but half a mile into the familiar parts of this dangerous domain? This was impossibly magical and tragic; yet, the hunter saw not a single darklean, or any of the other dark rumored creatures that dwelled here. It was like there was some nearby aurora of good that held back all of the evil, and whatever it was, thought the hunter, it way have been enough to cause a stir in the darkness, and a stir in nature, identical to the one he felt at his cabin. The hunter, suddenly filled with a desire to learn the cause of the change, climbed down from his makeshift watch tower and started walking, heading for the source of this power.
Immediately, the aurora grew stronger, and the hunter was surprised at the ease of his progress towards his current destination, and before long he felt it as if it were all around him. It wasn't hard though, it was like standing in the eye of a storm, and he was in the one place where he felt a peace of mind. The trees were a brighter green, and the smell of flowers and pollen heated the air. Birds were singing, and butterflies were displaying their delicate wings. The hunter was surrounded in the most impossibly peaceful scenery that the strength of the harmony made him catch his breath, and there, under a shining pillar of sunlight, was a long bow.