-Editor: Felicia Fox
Fog rolls through the forest and blankets everything in veils woven from the cloth of the underworld. Shadows dance under dim moonlight, boneless forms swaying back and forth gracefully to music that is unheard by mortal ears. The miasma pushes its way from the dense woods and washes over the track field. On the other side of the forest, a cult gathered in secret, summoning forth the daedra to splinter the heavens for the gratification of petty pubescent politics. A storm heralded the aligning of forces they could not have gathered on their own.