A long time ago. A powerful darkness, corrupting anything and any creature it touches, has destroyed many homes. But me? I never knew mine, Except the many wild outdoors I call home. The village I called home before was attacked, Yet I don't remember how. Along with someone who I feel close to. I can't remember who he is. It was when I was 5 at the time. Then I found new friends and family. 7 years have past, and I found that there'll be a journey to remember, and a tough yet strong pathway of love, for a certain red haired rider, who's heart hated the dark corruption. *Note: None of the pictures belong to me.*