A dark forest, that is the only way to describe this... haunted place. No light came through the thick branches that lay over the forest like a thick blanket. The only source of light would be the few fireflies that flew about, but unlike their friendly and bright counterparts these were glowing green and ate flesh rather than insects or plants. They fly ominously in the air, their favorite hobby leading lost souls deeper into the forest to the keeper, where they would be locked away forever.
Branches seemed to move occasionally, creaking in protest as they acquired a new position, adding an even darker vibe to the forest. Stray people would instantly turn tail and run for their lives upon laying eyes on this forest, and that is why a wanderer was a very rare sight, but welcomed.
Suddenly, a small part of the forest was lit up by a small glowing orb. It moved swiftly through the forest, leaving a trail of sparks in it's wake and making a high whistling sound. It moved with such swiftness it could barely be kept up with on foot. It flew and flew until it was stopped in its tracks. Even though the thing looked like a ball of gas, it was solid in the center, just like any soul. Soft on the outside, but solid within. The soul took a while to regain its senses, only to look up onto a tall hooded figure.
Two pale and frail looking hands reached up and cupped the being in between, holding it up to the hooded head. As the light of the soul came closer it illuminated the face of the person. it showed a curious and beautiful female face, bright blue eyes sparking with curiosity as it looked upon the soul. The woman could feel it's being within it's hands, so fragile and fleeting. She could feel it was scared, and wanted to get out immediately, but somehow it stayed within her hands, like it wanted to.
One hand stroked the top of the creature in a comforting gesture before lowering it so it could no longer look upon her face. The creature waited for what the woman would do, hoping that she could help it and save it from its pursuer. The woman's face was once again shrouded in darkness. She moved her hands to the sides of the creature. To its horror, from her hands bones started protruding her skin, growing larger and larger until it was fit to envelop the glowing thing. Finally understanding, the soul began to squirm, but the bones already were too far to allow it to escape.
It could no nothing but struggle and screech it's high pitched sound as it watched itself get trapped. The bones formed until a cage was formed. The soul could easily see through it, but could not escape. It looked up at her face, but unlike the nice and gentle face it saw before it could now only see a pair of blue glowing eyes and a cruel smile with pure white teeth from the shadow of the hood. Soon a deep chuckle could be heard. it strengthened in volume, to the point where the female was blatantly laughing, as if amused by the soul's predicament. It knew then that the soul had made a grave mistake.