The girl flew through the thick forest underbrush, dodging low-hanging branches and hopping over fallen logs buried in mounds of moist green moss. She stopped abruptly, turning to face the direction she came from. A faint, collective moan could be heard far behind her. She took off again. Breaking into a full-on sprint, she ran farther and farther away from the moan, until she stopped into a clearing, the dense forest surrounding her on all sides. The moonlight streamed in through a small opening in the top layer of leaves, illuminating the grotto with an eerie light. She stopped sprinting and sat down, heaving from running so fast. Once she caught her breath, she stood once again and looked around, her keen hazel eyes searching the forest for any kind of movement. She brushed a stray strand of dark black hair out of her face, listening for any sound, any sign of life. After a few minutes, she grew restless. 'Where is he?' she thought to herself.