Heavy clouds gathered overhead,  cold fall winds accompanied them, swirling about and weaving in and out between the mass of trees. The leaves shook and let loose a shrill whistle, but not one of disdain, rather one of pleasure. This small grove of trees was oblivious to the rest of the world, unhindered by the restraints of man. This grove was a sanctuary to many; those old, young, sickly, pure or even sinful, it's sacred grounds welcomed all. However over the horizon, beyond the hills, a small band began their march.

The rain began to pour on to the lands. Small wisps of wind swayed the trees in a melodic fashion. Droplets of the drizzling rain fought against the wind to get a hold of whatever they could, frantically attempting to grip on to leaves. After enough found their peace, they gathered in to bulk at the tip, and were swept away with a gentle gust. One such droplet fell in to the hand of a young man who had been waiting at the bottom of the tree. He turned his hand watching the water cascade down his palm. His face curved in to a smile, recalling his purpose. He tilted his hand back and watched the droplet slide down its previous path. A leaf fluttered down past him, seemingly unhindered by the rain.

The rain began to pick up pace, and the gusts became stronger with it. The band was entirely unhindered as they conquered hill upon hill in their progression. They were in search of something – Something they knew exactly how to reach it, and exactly why they needed to, but they were clueless about what it was they were looking for. They lead on with nothing more than intuition and the word of another.

The young man felt the cold rain against his face and lifted his head. He had been waiting for a certain person, but they were no where to be found. He could only see the cold faces staring down at him.