The village had been abandoned in his grandfather’s time. Now it was a monsters’ nest and den for even fouler things. Barely anyone even remembered the place had a name, once. It was simply called the Valley of Darkness.
Despite the danger, he snuck off to the outskirts every chance he got. He was always careful, and always quiet. He would watch the monsters and make notes of their habits as they stalked through the crumbling ruins.
His elders told him that place was lost, and he should look to the future. But someday he would lead them home again.

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