As your sight sets upon this unfamiliar terrain for the first time, you smile. Standing atop a rim that lines the beach, you can see the whole island. The majestic waterfalls echo their tunes back to your awaiting ears. The desert off in the distance glows golden under the sun's rays. The rush of waves at your back make you turn in time to see the cove nestled along the shores. The plains stretch for miles, and the mountains offer the valleys below some recluse from the elements. But off in the distance lays a dark part of the terrain. Fleathe Wood looms, covering an extremely large plot of dirt. Many do not enter there. Some dare to say that it is haunted. You can't help but wonder as you make your way into The Hollow.

It's in the makings.