The scrawny man dropped his rucksack in the gloomy mist that surrounded the outer edges of the forest, and scrambled into the closest bush nearby. A few minutes later, a mosquito flew from the bush, overwhelmed by the reverberating screech that escaped what sounded like a dying mans throat. A feeling of doom suddenly swept across the land. The birds stopped chirping. The frogs stopped croaking in murky swamps. The insects stopped buzzing. All that could be heard was the heaving breathing and sobs that came from the bush.
About an hour later, at approximately two o'clock in the morning - it was difficult to tell the time - the man crawled on his hands and knees desperately out of the bush towards the rucksack he had dropped earlier. It had an eerie and dark vibe to it, made of pure black silk, and it contained five seemingly ordinary objects by themselves, but odd together in a rucksack.
The gasping man clawed at each object and layed them out in a circular formation. As soon as he had done that he drew a knife from his pocket - and stabbed himself in the heart.
His corpse landed over the objects, with the knife dead smack in the centre of the circle. The blood leaked out and stained each one of the objects. After a few moments, the corpse stopped leaking blood. An even darker vibe settled over the land. Suddenly, a huge grey smokey eruption bursted from the objects and joined together a few meters above the ground. It swirled and it curled, twirled and furled around together until it created a female humanoid figure floating in the air.
Suddenly, the smoke turned to skin and beautiful clothes, and waist height jet black hair. She started descending smoothly towards the ground with such powerful grace that would hypnotise anybody who saw her - only that there was nobody to see her here. Her ankle length skirt was a deep green, embedded with many valuable gems, most prominent of which were ruby and sapphire. She wore a dull, tight fitting, red shirt which exposed her sleek arms and strong shoulders. Her hair had slight curls, and seemed to move by itself, as if there was a slight breeze. But there was no breeze. Her feet were bare.
The youthful looking woman landed on the left of the dead man, her feet stabilising her as if they had done this many times before. She immediately kneeled down, withdrew her wand from a small crevice in her skirt, turned the man over via the wand, and murmured something that sounded like 'Accio blade'. The knife immediately flew into her spare hand. Then with a maniacal laugh, she walked away from the forest and into the night.