Aiden walked along the long thin path of Nightingale forest, a bag thrown over his shoulders and a walking stick in his left hand. He was alone, but not for long. He was aiming towards the Lake; he had gotten a call an hour ago from Kasondra, telling him to meet at the water for a party. It was the first time he had heard of a party going on, but that didn't stop him from going. It was late, the sky was dark and starless, and the bitter cold made his breath show whenever he breathed. However, it was a Friday night, which was the only part that made sense about throwing a party.

As he drew nearer, he could hear the faint sound of music in the distance. There was likely to be alot of people there, but the walk was going to be a long one... why hadn’t he brought his bike?

An Owl could be heard nearby, its voice mixed in with the dark and misty area made everything suddenly eerie. He removed his back-pack from his shoulders, taking out his flashlight and throwing the bag over his right shoulder. He clicked the light on and moved the beam around; his sudden eagerness to be at the party grew - but now for different reasons.

Just then, he could have sworn he heard a twig snap. Aiden turned on his heels, the flashlight pointing forwards in the same place his eyes wandered. He didn't hear anything afterwards, only the second greeting from the Owl somewhere above. Aiden sighed, turned once again and continued on down the trail, aiming for the Lake.