Boots fall silent on the worn earth, emerald cloak a mere shimmer amongst the shadowed trees. The moon watched in horror as such an atrocity crept ever closer to the home of her children. Her other family glittered in a vain display against the dark cover that was their mother. The trees blew with the howling force created by the relieved sighs the earth gave off, howling and moaning in argument to siblings, parents, and children alike. Their green friends resting upon their branches hummed quietly in mostly silent laughter as the earth’s peaceful breaths ran past them like a brief tickle from a loved one. How calm such a scene was.

This made the cloaked figure even more alien.

For beneath that shielding hood lay the feared face of a killer; dark mahogany eyes hollowed and cold. His face worn by time and battle, he was now alone. Save of course the few tag-a-longs he gained every once in a while. Which recently was either his brother, or his apprentice. But for now, he headed home.

His real home.