Author’s POV

It was at the peak of midnight, and the night's air was colder. The moon shone brightly from its abode, trailing the subtle movements of the shadow that moved into the castle, wearing a long, hooded garment.

The figure moved hastily, the cold night's air registering its presence, and the moon discreetly trailed behind it. There was only a light movement in the air, as the figure walked completely unseen. It moved carefully within the familiar castle walls, swiftly taking turns down every hallway. Moving with the aim to the castle dungeon.

The figure moved deeper into the dungeon's darkness, and with a snap of the finger, yellow...