A cloaked figure walked steadily against the rocky pavement, many more figures following behind. The light of the moon guided their path out the gates and to the forest. Only a song could be heard throughout the eerie night.
"Come little children
I'll take thee away
Into a land of enchantment
Come little children
The time's come to play
Here in my garden of shadowsFollow, sweet children
I'll show thee the way
Through all the pain and the sorrows
Weep not poor children
For life is this way
Murdering beauty and passionsHush now, dear children
It must be this way
To weary of life and deceptions
Rest now, my children
For soon we'll away
Into the calm and the quietCome little children
I'll take thee away
Into a land of enchantment
Come little children
The time's come to play
Here in my garden of shadows…"
From the pitch of the voice, it was obviously a young woman singing. Her eyes glanced behind her, flashing a dangerous red. A small smirk appeared on her pale lips as they disappeared into the night, not a trace left behind.