Celestia gasped and looked around her. Her heart beat fast in her chest. She was alone. The camp was silent, and no one was in sight.
“Kieran? Aunt Adelaide?” she called out while walking slowly. Her eyes searched every tent, every corner. But there was no one.
“Dwayne? Flint? Guys, where are you?!” she shouted, her voice full of fear.
She turned around, hoping someone would answer, but the camp remained quiet. Not even the wind moved. The silence was too heavy, too strange.
“This is not funny,” she whispered, her voice shaking.
Then, the air grew cold. A heavy chill crept around her, and her skin felt like ice. From the trees at the edge of the camp, something moved.
A shadow.
A dark figure slowly stepped forward. Its body looked like smoke, black and shapeless, and its eyes glowed
