in the dark of the wood's near the castle a dark cloaked figure stands silently hidden just behind the treeline near a girl who's surrounded by beings closing on her, waiting, watching, almost in anticipation, she's hurt, a holy arrow is stuck in her shoulder, a fog seems to emanate from the figure as it appears to just barely be hovering off the ground,a light layer of frost covers the grass and flowers near it as it observes what is to come