Darci screamed for someone, anyone to save her. She gave up after about an hour, and turned to face the wall behind her. Delicately, she placed her paw on the wall, and looked up to see a small window. The sky was darkening, and the light from the lancet was dimming. Darci curled up in the corner, wondering if anyone would come for her. What if no one came? How long would she be trapped there? Months? Years? Her fears soon drifted away, as she wandered into her own dreams.

         The loud and elongated creak of floorboards made Darci nearly jump out of her skin. She had been torn from a dream of cooking with her mother. A long whispering sigh in the castle caused a shiver to run down her spine. Darci knew the castle was empty. She had heard anything since Radioactive and Deersoul left. Cold creeped across the room, and shadows snarled and groaned. Something was coming for her, and her fur stood on end when a cup rolled to her. It was coated in a crimson red liquid.