The silver moon shone high above the town and illuminated its entirety. The stream before Noah wasn't an exception. Yet the entity across the stream surrounded by an open space refused to be clearly seen. At least its upper portion.
It seemed like darkness enshrouded the figure even if that obviously wasn't so.
Noah could see that the figure had a red garment on. One that flowed graciously in the soft wind of the night.
The silvery light around the being could not be more magical but he wasn't looking at the beauty, since all sorts of alarms went up in his head.
Danger, fear, realization, and even confusion ran rampant in Noah's mind, leaving him agitated, but mostly anxious.
He couldn't sense the figure's power. Heck, the figure felt devoid of any ounce of strength. Yet Noah's instincts told him an incredible amount lay behind that stillness.
