The sun made it's slow descent into the far off horizon, dipping behind the mountains. Though the warmth of the day still lingered, the cold of the night would soon be here. Feet thudded heavily against the ground, twigs snapped under foot, leaves rustled along the ground by the movement. Heavy breathing echoed in the quiet empty forest. If one were nearby to see, they may not even believe it. But, as the last rays of the sun disappeared from the sky, the woman running came to a stand still, a pained look on her face. A strange, dark glow covered her skin, following by a low hissing sound, like the sound of cold water dripping onto a hot metal surface. After a few seconds, a bright light filled the surrounding area briefly, and where the woman once stood now lay an animal. Upon closer inspection, the animal would be a swan. Though large like most, it wasn't white. It didn't look strong. And instead of the beautiful call of a swan, all that came from it was a crying like sound, raspy and rough. And it seemed to be crying as it folded its wings around its body, curled up against a fallen tree.