Nichole Marie looked around, a sudden feeling of dread overwhelming her. She frowned, turning in a circle. "I'm halfway there..." she muttered, looking up at the moon. She was halfway to the north pole, where the face in the moon beckoned her to go. Nichole felt a hand on her shoulder and she gasped, jumping away. Turning, she was face-to-face with him. She'd heard of him...the children called him Teraya. "Hello there...you look lost." He smiled wickedly. Nichole backed away, frowning. "Leave me alone." She said quietly. He approached and she continued to back away, though that only seemed to please him more. She began to feel slightly panicked. "What do you want?" She said, scowling. He reached a hand out to her, touching her wrist. "I want you to-" Nichole yanked her hand away, turning and trying to run. "Help!" She said, hoping maybe someone might hear her. She could feel that he was must stronger than her, the energy he gave off was overwhelming.