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There wasnt a sound to be heard. Everything was normal. The lake covered in a misty haze, the wind as it whispered dark stories of the past in your ear, & the howling of the wolves, the guardians of the forest, as they began their deadly dance through their kingdom of eternal night. Nothing was out of the ordinary. But that is what was worrying the girl. A young girl 'round the age of 9, with her shoulder-length black hair that shown silver in the moonlight & her blue doe-like eyes that held great wisdom beyond her years, looked about for the cause of what was troubling her. This girl had been listening to the triumphant singing of the wolves as they had made their first kill of the evening when she noticed the direction of a cry that came on the northren winds. This melody was soft & sorrowful. It made you want to let your entire being draw closer so you can find the source of such a beautiful sound. She knew that she shouldn't leave her safe & secluded home that was well hiden from prying eyes, but eventually her curiosity got the better of her for the voice had become even more sad. So the girl grabbed her backpack, filled it up with supplies, & ran out into the night in search of the person, creature, or even the thing that had cried out for the help & love that was desired.