Lions and Elves

It was already late at night.

The moon was bright and the deep and empty castle was silent.

The garden was empty. The corpses and blood on the grass had long disappeared, as if nothing had happened.

In the dark corridor, pale moonlight shone through the window.

On the ground, a black shadow was crawling slowly with its limbs.

In the room, the burning light was flickering and the light was dim. Vilis and Annie were sitting at the table whispering. The big black bear was sleeping soundly in the corner.

Catherine was standing in the shadows at the side, looking at them helplessly.

They always asked her something patiently, but she was confused and could not answer.

A rustling figure suddenly came from the corridor outside the door, as if something was rubbing the ground. It was getting closer and closer, and in the quiet night, it was especially terrifying.