A teenage boy walks into a dark forest. He walked slowly through the forest, as the moon light leaked through the trees. No sudden- he thought, until he heard a stick snap. He drew his sword in front of him, slowly backing up. A squirrel ran from behind the tree, and the boy put his sword back to his side. "Where are you?" He whispered, backing out of the forest, as he took one last glance of the moon.
