The pair of ravens winged toward me in the steady quiet of the forest when I emerged in that place, my brother and my bodyguard in tow. I inhaled the deep scent of endless trees and moss, nose tickling with the need to sneeze a moment as ancient mildew and the scent of nature turning over its life into death filled my senses. The weight of moisture in the air pushed down on my shoulders, added pressure to my chest as I breathed in that unique scent of the old forest slowly devouring ...