*Cough!
Hector coughed violently as the mist from the surrounding, clawed its way into his lungs.
It was cold, dry, and unnatural.
It stung his throat with every breath he took, forcing him to stagger and look around.
The hazy mist around him began to thicken like a white wall.
Then a sudden unnatural gust began to throw itself towards Hector.
*FWOOSH!!
Eyes already watering, Hector threw both of his arms to shield his face from the gust, his boot grinding and skidding against the underbrush below as he was pushed back a few inches.
Then, ominously, the gust of wind suddenly died.
Replaced by an eerie stillness and quietness.
No Birds.
No footsteps.
Nothing but pure eerie silence.
Then a figure began to emerge from within the white fog around him.
The figure walked towards him.
Slow.
Steady.
Haunting.
"My Dear Hector…"
The voice was soft and warm.
Familiar.
It floated through the mists and towards Hector, a voice of long lost and dear to him.
