Storyboard Chapter - The Hollow

Weathered down hands shake and brittle dry lips quiver. The time had come. A blistering gust of wind passes through. Then suddenly, calm..

Willow's creaked and groaned as the silent storm passes by, leaving a trail of unearthed yew's and crispy leaves. The call of a lone crow can be heard clearly through the piercing silence. An omen of death's gift echo's through the clearing as we packed up our supplies and left.

Such a lonely hollow. A place in which time was frozen, and life had long gone. Only crows and an eerie, gloomy atmosphere remained. There was something about those ruins, that hollow. Something time hid from our world..

I still have nightmares about that clearing to this very day. I don't know why. Just the same dream. A mass of deaths black flight calling me. A heavy heartbeat growing faster with each glance into the trees and fallen walls.

..I knew that i must go back. And so here i stand..