~•~•~•~ Prologue~ A silent echo of crickets fell around through the forest, the wind bristling against the leaves making another sound that gave an eerie texture into the air, as each breeze covered the humid sky. The clouds had nestled into the sky that wrapped itself into their dark sheets, showing that it was the peak of darkness. A small girl took a small lantern that was engraved with butterflies, and stickers. She entered the forest with easy stealth, even though it was certain she wasn't supposed to leave the house that this time of night. She tried her hardest to not to make some noise of the rustle of the ivory bushes, but it never seemed to be so much thought since the wind make enough noise outside. The quiet girl held in her hand a small flower, as tiny as her petite thumb, which was white and seemed to be a delicate piece of life. The girl was still at a young age, but independent enough to go outside at a peak of the frightening night, to a small child. Her baby face was clear into the moonlight, and she looked up into the sky, and she couldn't help wonder what was beyond the color of the moon. It felt..... Wondrous. She held the tiny flower, with complete caution, and her eyes were now frozen to the sight of the flower, it seemed the color was getting darker, and her lantern didn't seem to work. She tapped it twice, and she felt something. She froze. And stood there. Not moving. Just looking out into the woods. ~•~•~•~•~ There was a burning itch on her leg, that made her cringe and scratch her skin furiously, and she tried to not make her skin feel bumpy. The office was cold, and goosebumps fell onto her skin like she was going into hypothermia, but she kept her cool. The man in the office adjusted his glasses, and said very politely, "Mrs. Adams, what can I help you with today? Is it the cops again?" She rubbed her temples, and fumbled with her autumn brown hair, "Is it that obvious?" "Sadly, you come here every week. Mrs. Adams, seems like you have a problem that we can't deal with." Rose was in shock. She wanted to explain her problem, but they never gave her a chance. "B-B-B-B-But....I-I can e-e-e-explain...." "Mrs. Adams.....I can't see your in stress...but you can't be here every week trying to tell us a myth that never happened." She twitched, "But it is true. Nor is it a legend." She looked at the name plate and it was used of fake metal, and it shown a name by Conwell Maber. She didn't seem to like the man, he never seemed to listen to her. "You can leave, Mrs. Adams." She shaked her head in disbelief, and she wished those words never escaped from lips, which he really used Chapstick. She held her breath, and said, "I'll be back." "I'll be waiting, Mrs. Adams. I would love to hear the story you tell me a million times." She stomped her way out of the building, her nerves inside her mind, and she hated the man for not believing her. And went she left outside, she felt a strange feeling she felt before. She stood there, motionless. ~•~•~•~•~