Plot: It’s evening and you come across…

A warm, balmy breeze shifts over the southern territory known as The Runestones. Tall summer grasses sway calmly, waving hello to those who pass it by. Along the horizon, the sun begins to sink, lower and lower, casting rays of pink and orange across the blue sky until streaks of purple and violet begin to morph and appear. Everything is quiet, animals do not stir. Fireflies dance about, lighting the air with a gentle stir.

Amongst the runestones, standing tall and proud, their etchings beginning to glow, an almost teenager lays in the grass. Sprawled out onto his side with all four legs stretched out and his head resting upon a smaller rock that has long since broken at just the perfect height. He watches the fireflies flit around him with white-grey colored eyes, content to be lazy for the rest of the night.