Draiden had heard the crash. Had seen the fire. He was already running, the little rat creature on his shoulder. He jumped on top of a stone, his hand made cloak pulled deep over his head. He watched the other humans. His eyes widened as he spotted the boy with the spear. He looked like he had lived on the island, but where had he come from? Draiden had never seen the boy before. He gripped his bow tightly as he walked from the forest, looking as though he had melted from the trees themselves as his green and grey cloak shimmered.



