At the ball of the century, there was a princess and her knight. The occasion had been put together by her closest friends and family. The guests arrived in flocks. Some were joyous and happy, while others were suspicious and had a look of malice. As the princess greeted each guest at the door, her knight was patrolling the lake that was near by. He had been told that there were some pyromaniacs starting fires near the lake to summon the spirits of ancient ancestors. Witchcraft was a punishable act, and wasn't tolerated. He had searched for his criminals up and down the shore. When all hope was given up, he decided to return to the ball. As he turned to ride back, he was struck by force of wind that knocked him off his horse. As he lay on the ground gasping for air, a tall dark figure stood over him. It let out a horrible scream and collapsed on him, plunging a sickle into his throat. As hours went by, the princess was becoming worried. She sent two other knights to search for hers. As she searched across the room, she noticed a figured clothed in black standing in a corner all alone. She sent a servant to find out who this
creature was. The servant walked up to the servant and collapsed. The princess arose from her seat in horror. The figure was swift, and ran for the door. As it reached the door, it turned off the lights. Everyone screamed and ran around in panic. The princess stood still in hopes that she would wake up and it would all be a dream. The room became silent. The lights came back on. Every guest in the room had been slaughtered. The princess screamed and fled for the door. When she opened the door, she found her knight laying dead on the ground. Sickle still in his throat. She wept and fell on the ground screaming with anger, fear, and love. The figure returned. She jumped to her feet and demanded it to leave. The figure rushed towards hear letting out a piercing scream.....
