"As she entered the forest she felt the wind howl and she felt it blow a bitter chill past the dying trees; it forced the leaves to dance and dragged hem away from the drenched forest bed. The forest bed shinned with silver as the sharp glass stones scratched the back of the dead man, the blood started pouring from his back as it did from his head. As soon as his back began to bleed screams started echoing through the wind and ravens started circling overhead as they were waiting to devour his spoiled body."