Deep in the forest is a friend you've often run to each day when you were a child. A boy, Zenix, your dearest friend. He teaches you the ways of the woods, which is so different from the village life you know. hunting and trapping have become a competition between you two as you run amok in the forest. Fishing has been when you've bonded together most. today was like any other day for you, slaving away in your father's farm, obeying your mother's every whim. Finally, you slip away to the quiet woods, away from the noise of the village. You come across your old stomping grounds, a place you haven't been to in years. Who other than a rugged lean young man waits by the meadow creek, It's Zenix, you're old friend, who's no lomger the boy you scrambled over the forest with, but a true woodsman. (be whomever you wish my fluffles)