It all begins with the scrap of black cloth......The forest is a blank canvas, lacking color. Day doesn't exist, neathier does night. There is no sun to fill you with warmth. There is no moon to light the trail. There is no stars to make a wish filled with hope. Small glowing orbs of light are the only thing to light your way. The trees look down at you, swaying and moaning to their own song that you just can't seem to hear. The ground breathes in and out, dormat. Beings peek at you in the corner of your vision, gone when you whirl their way, the only thing left of them a giggle of amusement. The pond is filled with what appears to be some sort of thick liquid, rippling as if an invisible force dwelled there. The cries of your loved ones emit from the pond, and if you dwell too close to the deep part of the pond, your cries will soon join them. Glowing eyes watch you from the bushes, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. The once mighty oak is now alive, turning to watch you as you pass. The mushroom circles that filled you with wonderful dreams have been replaced with ritual circles, shadow beings muttering a low chant. The inhabitants that dwell here have turned into black eyed Nightmares. Cold, so cold to the touch, cackling as they dance and cast wicked spells to harm you. The shadows move closer each time you look away, intent on using you as a host. Dark cannot exist without light, and so the twin idols were chosen. They emit a rainbow of colors, offering you a chance to glimpse their world and safety. The path is not easy. Monsters of your worst nightmares block the path, and if you manage to pass them you would already die from blood loss by the time you started praying. This world brings fear. So much fear that if you stay too long....The last symptoms contain the want to die, unable to move, screaming, bleeding, and more unspeakable things. Then you begin to change for the worst.....And just as your about to die....The fear fully possesses you. Then your just a puppet for the fear, already fully changed into a horrible murderous being until your body begins to die again, and the fear chooses a new being. The cycle goes on and on until the fear finds the perfect host. Will you die or will you be Fear itself?

This is a little something about Eira. Hope you guys like it! I will most likely add more as time goes on.