Of rumours and legends
"Have you heard? The sky turns red in the north and the very earth seem to rumble and heave when it does." The old hunter shook his head while he listened to the younger man who stood before him and almost shook with excitement as he spoke.
"Oh and that is not the strangest of things, you know of the tales they speak up there about the Iron Prince and the Dark Maiden? There are those who have claimed to have seen...her." He fell swiftly silent and looked around as if he was afraid to have woken a ghost. He took a deep breath and he continued his story but now with a much more whispering tone.
"I ran into an old woman who told me not to wander into the north eastern part of the hunting areas. Too many have been disappearing from there it seems and folk even claim to have seen huge black wolves. Two of them to be precise, always together, hunting." The young hunter leaned onto his bow and sighed. "Do you believe these tales, father?"
The old hunter looked at his son, grabbed him by the shoulders and looked him into the eyes. For a long time the old man just stood there and looked at his son, then he suddenly took a step back and nodded. "You'll be alright..." he said and grabbed his own bow and walked away towards the north east. The young hunter shouted after him: "Where are you going, father!"
Without looking back the old man shouted back: "To hunt the last red doe!"
