It was late into the night, as the stars filled the skies, when Blake suddenly felt his strong feeling from before was growing even stronger. A crack of a tree branch could be heard not far from where he and the girls were resting. Blake stood up and scanned the area as he looked out into the darkness. The flickering of the campfire danced off the leaves and bushes not more than a few feet away.
With sword in hand, he waited calmly. Waiting to see what would soon appear in front of him. He waited calmly for a long while. The sounds of the underbrush crackling got louder and louder, but it never seemed to get close enough for him to see what exactly was out there.
