Ravensblood Forest When I was a boy the Dead Sea was only sick.

Pan had his nose to the ground, sniffing for a tasty surprise. Sometimes he enjoyed hunting field mice for the sport, but today he was hungry for a snack. He was stopped in his tracks when his head hit a nearby boulder. He fell back on his rump. Eeeee. He squealed, in pain and embarrassment. He looked around quickly, hoping nobody saw his clumsiness. As he looked up he saw some movement in the cave ahead. He stared for a while, crouching low in the tall grasses around him to make sure he was hidden. Noticing that it was a potential friend, he hopped up jauntily and trotted over to the cave. Hello! He said joyfully. Forgetting his hunger for a moment, he concentrated on making his way to the cave...