As the sun set over the horizion, the once warm, spring-time air was beginning to turn chilly. Ellowyn shivered as a breeze blew through her down feathers. She was placed by the pond, watching the frogs jump in and out of the water; almost as if they wanted night to come. The sun was slowly dissapearing when Ellowyn realized a strange, hazy mist was settling all around her.
'Time to move.' She thought to herself, and lazily stood up.
By now, the only light touching the Forest was from the moon high above the treetops. She looked up into the deep purple sky and saw only the mere outline of it.
'Is the fog that bad?' She thought again to herself. Her vision was becoming blurred.
A few more steps and she stumbled, tripping on fallen branch. A little trickle of blood was felt running down her leg which she had scraped, her breath became harder; gasping for air in shear fear. It was as if she was placed in a black room; only making out the bigger, darker shapes. Panick began to sink in as she stumbled aimlessly, trying to search for the large Oak she had heard a few deer talking about earlier today. A hoot from an owl and a breaking twig make her shreak and jump, almost falling over again. She looked out into the black world but saw nothing. Who could it be?