During the night, Isabel sneaked out of the servants' quarters and began to walk towards the moors. When she finally arrived, she could only sigh in disappointment. All she could see was trees, trees, and more trees. There wasn't a single sign of life. Still, she knew that the queen was no liar and that she had waited her entire life to be a witness to something wonderful; so, she went further into the moors.

Stopping by a stream, Isabel dipped her hand in the water to take a drink. She nearly fell backwards when three bluish lights popped out of the water. When she stood to get a closer look, she found that these lights had faces. Not just faces, but bodies as well.

"Fairies!" Isabel whispered.

The fairies, at first, did nothing but circle Isabel and study her. In complete wonder, all Isabel could do was laugh. Suddenly, she felt something tugging at her dress and the fairies flew off in a hurry. Isabel looked down to see a short, grotesque creature pulling urgently at her dress.

"Hello. Are you a goblin?"

The creature stopped its tugging and seemed to be shying away. It soon gestured with its hand and dashed further into the moors. Sighing, Isabel followed the goblin and soon realized that the creature was running far too fast. There was something wrong.

"What is it? Has something happened? Is someone hurt?" Isabel called to the goblin.

The goblin soon stopped and pointed to the ground; Isabel gasped when she saw just exactly what the goblin was pointing to. A raven writhed about on the ground, an arrow piercing its wing.

"A hunter must have done this." Isabel murmured, the goblin nodded.

Wasting no time, Isabel sat next to the injured bird and gently pressed her hand against it, trying to calm it.

"Ssh. It's all right. I'm here to help you."

The raven seemed to understand and relaxed under Isabel's touch. She quickly took hold of the arrow and pulled it out the wing, using a shred of her dress to stop the bleeding. Thankfully, the wound didn't seem to bleed much, but Isabel could tell that the wing was broken, most likely from the raven trying to fly. She tore off another shred of her dress and wrapped it around the wing.

"You can't stay here. Come with me, I'll take you back to the castle so that you can get well."

Isabel removed her cloak and wrapped the raven in it; she picked up the injured animal and began to walk home. She did not even notice the tall, horned figure that was watching from a distance.