TITLE: Shadow of Light
GENRE: YA Fantasy
On a moonless mist-soaked night, deep in the heart of a forgotten forest, walked a crooked old man. He made his way through the maze of weeping trees, snorting through his crooked nose and grumbling to himself as the trees wailed and sobbed, pleading with him to listen to their tales of woe and despair. He became frustrated with the constant stream of sorrow from the enchanted trees. He wiped away their moon drop tears and swatted at the branches that sought nothing but comfort. He had no time to pity them; no time to lend an ear to their broken hearts of bark. On this night, the crooked old man had more important matters to attend to.
The crooked old man exhaled angrily, wishing that the boiling, black clouds did not hide the moon on this night. He continued on, stomping his twisted feet angrily on the forest floor, certain that he was lost. His tattered clothing hung loosely on his crooked limbs as he desperately searched for the path to the hut of the Witches Three. They were expecting him tonight, and tonight he had to find them, in order to fulfill his destiny.
Surrounded by utter darkness the old man was forced to strain his eyes just to see in front what lay before him. The old man failed to see the tree root that was crawling closer to him. The tree root snagged his foot and threw him to the forest floor.