A dark and mysterious shadow hovered within the strips of blackness that graced and swirled across the very fields of Dark Land. Nobody saw the shadow, as it crept in between the trees, snuck past the houses of the people who had come here to find some sort of peace from their nightmares. At least this was what the myths had spoken about. Spiraling orbs of inky curiosity met the pitch-black air of the small village. When the shadow turned around, it saw the way the whole place was centered around a mansion of grandeur and luxury; The home of the Dark lord. A wicked smile lifted at the corners of the shadow's mouth before it continued to slowly move into the forgotten edges of the territory. Nobody knew it was there. Nobody knew that every night, when the sky dipped and the silence settled,
