A dark, cursed wood grew on the peak of a mountain, a mountain which happened to be right int the middle of an island. A small meadow lay on the peak of this mountain, Imposing trees encircled it, their canopies too thick to let in even a single ray of sunlight, but apparently the flowers in the meadow were completely unaware of their surroundings. They drank in the midday sunlight happily, and were gently waving in the breeze blowing off the ocean. Suddenly a boy materialized out of the shadows and stepped into the meadow. The sun shone on his white hair and glinted eerily off his pale skin. He surveyed his surroundings with an indifferent, yet completely absorbed look, like a child trying to hide how excited he is. He wore no shirt or shoes but his pants were black leather, something you'd only see only on the most evil knight, or a very rich and eccentric noble. The boy grabbed a low branch and swung himself up onto it, then effortlessly jumped and climbed his way to the top. After a quick look around the boy spotted the mainland the the north. He smiled eagerly as a pair of pink bat wings suddenly sprouted from his back, and after a few seconds he launched himself into the air and began to fly towards his chosen destination.