The Curse Of The Lunas Promise

The town of Eldergrove had always been quiet. Nestled at the edge of a vast, untamed forest, it was a place where time seemed to stand still. The cobblestone streets were lined with old wooden houses, their paint faded and chipped from years of exposure to the elements. The townspeople were simple folk, their lives governed by the changing of seasons and the rhythm of hard, honest work. For as long as anyone could remember, Eldergrove had been a place of peace. The town was surrounded by towering trees, their thick canopy blocking out the sun for most of the day.