Henry, Rebecca, Rose, and John had all separated into their tents for the night. It was lights out and the only thing remaining was the embers of the campfire. For a while, it seemed like nothing was going to happen, but that wasn't the case. Many forms moved among the forestry, moving as quietly as possible as not to cause a stir.
The movements were exquisite, showing that those operating were experts in their field. They made not a noise, not even snapping twigs or rustling bushes. From here on out the only light would come from the moonlight of the night and even that wasn't enough to reveal the groups approaching the encampment.
