The heavy mist rises from the bog, dripping with darkness.

The water sputters in suffocation as half-decayed plants overrun its surface. When the last of the surrounding moss begins to lose its sheen, footsteps cut through the stifling air.

A figure emerges from the edge of darkness.

"You know what to do," says the black cat following close behind.

The figure nods as a wand appears in an opened palm. A determined flick of the wrist and the power of the words that had long been kept locked inside bursts out of the wand, instantly dispelling the mist with its golden beam.