In The Beginning
A grey stone castle, entwined with ivy. Encasing the towers, willows. They whispered in the slight wind. A breeze, oh so delicate, rustled the dark leaves, traveling through the atmosphere at a such a slow speed. Complete and utter silence. Nothing. From inside the Castle, a scream erupts. It winds it's way down the halls and dimly lit corridors. Footsteps. Echoing, and then it's silent again. The screams of agony continue for about an hour or so, hushed whispers settling in between. Then came such a cry of agony, a heart-wrenching, bloodcurdling scream that reverberated of the walls. And it was quiet once more. A few gasps of despair, and then a wailing. A baby's wail, fragile and tender. It curdles and stops, and hushing is heard again. Willow Forte has been born. The girl who changed everything.
And stood in the grounds surrounding the castle, there stands a stranger, dressed in black. His face hooded, dark stubble etched over his chin, his hand rests on his sheathed sword. His eyes are hidden, though they are an unmistakable luminous green. A sharp, pointed nose sniffs once, and the mans face falls down. The mother of the baby, beautiful Cassandra, she passed in the agony of child birth. The hooded stranger knows this, for he has a strange connection with this remarkable baby.
Without a single tear, he turns, saddles his horse, and rides into the forest.