The moon splashed silver waves of light over the snow. A light haze formed over the already trapled snow. It was well into the night before a sound disturbed the utter silence of the cold winter night. Out of the shadows of the many trees surrounding the open played in field came a young girl. A grey faded coat covered her pale white skin. She woreblue tattered jeans with jet black combat boots. As she stepped into the moon’s light a trail of blood rolled from the corner of her full red lips. Suddenly from the other side of the trapled field came a dark ominous figure. It made no sound as it move towards the young female. He stopped just in front of her and whispered “You have passed the final test my daughter,” as he wiped the still wet blood off her face. A black haze fell apon them and they were gone.