Yev's Clan

As every of your steps take you away from the light, you're diving into the land of darkness, ruled by unseen god Shadowbinder. Here, between mystical mists and shades, in deeply hidden Driftwood Drag, you can feel forces hidden behind milky courtain, impenetrable at first sight. Slowly approaching glows and glares of numerous wildlife, you cannot be sure if light that you follow is only a chemical image of another shroom, or actually dangerous dragon in its liar. Every step may be a trap.

After short walk, that made you nervous already, you can hear unknown murmuring. With closing the distance, you recognize that's the sound of a water going with the river's flow, making you unable to hear anything else, vunerable to attacks, since sneaking behind you would be even easier than usual. Realizing that, you became more nervous, it's the atmosphere of this place, dooming your neutral mood, something cold and sinful, attacking your mind with tricky magic.

Another shade moves in the mist, your heart starts beating faster, stress makes you walk into random direction, barely able to avoid roots sticking from the ground; now even balance tricks you. As you start to run, you can experience the feeling of multiple needles, imagined cold and sharp steel tickling nerves on your neck. Stress over you, when you run next to the river, hopefully into the sweet, calming daylight.

Then finally, the line between two regions shows up in front of your eyes, and as you jump into the way to the Mirrorlight Promenade, you can feel a shallow breath on your arm. Covered by light, you find yourself brave enough to take the last look on the land of shadows.

On the border of the Driftwood Drag, you can see a slim, obsidian shape of fully grown mirror dragon, his purple eyes narrowed in your direction, paws embattled, teeth showing up from under long head. As you look at him, he hissess dangerously, spreading white wings to look bigger, more challenging as potential rival. It's Anven, Yev's guardian and friend, Mentor of Shades in her liar. He circles nervously around the border, then hisses again, clenching his paws on muddy grounds, tail low with tip wobbly, shaking nervously.

He gasps, irritated, purple eyes glazing, but anger glow fading into pure satisfaction of successful defense of the liar. Anven shakes off from defensive stance and slowly comes back into the dark woods of his land, to protect his clan from another uninvited guests.