The air is thick with smoke, scent of blood and fear pungent in the air. Wind stirring up the thick smoke and fear-laden air seeming to drive the bandits laying waste to the village below.

Standing on the cliff above the scene below a creature once thought of as legend, feared by most, that fear causing her to be hated. Next to her stands a male, who is also thought of as legend. They continue to watch as the scene plays out before them.