• Skipping through the forest, dragging her sister behind her, Azlynn looked at the evening in wonder. The moon was full, brushed over lightly with dark, gray clouds. The stars were shining so brightly everything beneath sparkled with them. The trees swayed and sent colored leaves to the ground. Long grass blades shined luminously under the light of the moon, and they danced like waves with the wind's musical tune. Tree branches reached towards the hope of a new dawn, and leaves swirled softly with the night's autumn wind. It had the sharpness to send shivers down one's spine, yet Azlynn walked with a dance in her step. The scene before her was one out of a faerie tail. To her sister beside her, it was one from a nightmare.

    Lashing at Valerie, the tree's shadowy branches swayed dangerously in front of her eyes. Leering at her, the animals behind the dying trees had glowing, evil eyes. She could feel shadows crawling up her legs and scratching at her. She felt shivers from the mournful song the wind carried. Her hands, her feet, and her head felt numb. Her sense of hearing intensified, loudening every noise. The owls' calls screeched at her, and her heart thudded loudly in her chest. So fast and strong, it slammed against her body, longing for secureness. Yet, Valerie would not find that here. The night darkness seemed to shake her entire body. Not even the light of the shadowed moon could save her. She could feel the temptation of the dismal wind as it called to her and commanded her surroundings. It was the pulse behind the night's nature, even her sister seemed to follow its song.