One Man's Will

Prologue · The rain poured continuously. The streets were completely wet and muddy. The people were warming up in their hearths, as the moon played hide and seek with those who looked out into the bleak, cloud-covered sky. Most of the people have decided to · Sleep this night. · A shadow of a figure enters this small village. It leaves no marks upon the mud-covered ground. It looks around as if checking for something, then heads for a house that is on the opposite side of the village. · The figure stood outside a small house, built of wood and cut stone. From the outside, the house was orderly in appearance, save for the mud-splattered sides. The figure hesitated for a moment. He looked around once more before entering the house · right through the wooden door. · The figure arrived in the living room. It was comfortable for the people living here, but the figure ignored this. He glanced around to see that there were three doors. He headed for one and entered. A few moments later, the figure silently opened the very door through which he had passed upon entering this house. · In his hands was a bundled cloth. He closed the door once more and headed away from the house. The rain continued to pour; those who were still awake could have sworn that they heard a child's cry. They dismissed this as a sound caused by the commonly heard · fighting of cats. · Danea woke up early the next morning. She was a dark-haired woman of slender stature. She had a suitor once, but he died when he was on a caravan attacked by bandits. Her only memory of him was a daughter who was born a few months after his death. · She went to the kitchen to fix breakfast. She started to prepare the things for cooking when she decided to check on her daughter. She opened the door to her daughter's room. · The villagers heard a shrill scream coming from the house made of wood and cut stone.