It was late at night. Silence ruled the room, broken only by the slow ticking of the wall clock and the soft whisper of the winter wind brushing against the window glass. In that fragile stillness, a shadow hovered over the sleeping figure on the bed, its presence unnatural, like darkness given form.
It whispered words too faint to understand. Its lips moved slowly, carefully, as the final syllables of a spell slipped into the air like poison. The air itself seemed to grow heavier, as if the night was being enchanted along with the victim.
Outside, the moon hung low and pale, while the stars glittered like silent witnesses. They watched helplessly from the sky, unable to interfere, as if they could only pray that the enchanter's next victim would wake up…
Would just wake up.
The shadow slowly raised its hand, long fingers stretching forward to complete the final ritual.
But suddenly—
A pair of eyes opened.
Azure blue eyes.
Wide. Shocked. Alive with sudden awareness.
