The night's wind blew over the calm sea. He lend down running his fingers through the water. The wind and sea felt cool and soft on his skin. Above him in the sky clouds danced by over the moon, it was not full yet but soon it would be and then.... He closed his mind to those thoughts. He must not think about that, or her. Turning now from the shore line he walked to the deep forbodding woods. This, his home, a magical place where humans feared to tread. He sighed and lowered his head. The hood of his cloak fell forword concealing the disfigured features of his face. The morning would be coming soon and he must eat before the sun shone his eye on the world again.