The morning sunlight cast zebra-like markings across the glittering snow blanket as it shone through the sleeping trees. Berryfield Forest rested behind an old quirky little house. One light shone from a small second-floor window at the back of the house, where a girl felt she was being watched. By what however, she did not know, but whatever or whoever it was, was outside her window, motionless in the dreaming forest.