Three moons glowed in the distance, illuminating a long forgotten road. Ishqa strode down the nearly invisible path, his ears alert as they detected the forlorn cries of creatures hidden in the dark woods besieging him on all sides. Soon enough, the thickening woods began to close in on him; the wild cries grew louder and stranger. Ishqa buried himself deeper into his shawl, the howling wind forcing him back--when he looked up and saw a sign.