The stars in the moonlight

It is hard to breath as the moonlight starts to disparate. The eyes and ears of the creatures all around me perk as they listen to the dying moonlight and move to assist the slender small form of a child but not a child.

The woods whispered the spell that absorbed the child into a safe haven and expanded to encase another young boy child the prince. The reason the woods responded, the reason the other poor child had any degree of protection from the advancing evil.