Everything was blue. The whole landscape was blue, with no other color anywhere. Only different shades of the same, murky, sinister blue. The dark purple- blue night sky was studded with bright, shimmering blue stars. The blue tinted moon hung in the sky, showing only a slivery crescent of all her true, goddess-like beauty. A breeze gently swept through the wooded area, sending blue leaves rustling, and dark navy blue branches swaying. The cerulean grass rustled and brushed against trees and billowing blue bushes.

A young woman walked through the blue landscape, her own creamy mocha skin tinted with the color, as were her clothes. She kept her eyes wide open, and in her hand she carried a large branch which she would use either as a fighting staff, a spear, or a pole for vaulting, whatever the case may be. She walked with a hunter's grace through the woods, stealthy and alert, with cautiousness. Something was drawing her through these woods, but she wasn't exactly sure what that something was. It was some sort of force, something primal and magical in origin. She could sense that the force was foul, evil. Yet, it called to her, beckoned her, and she followed it to wherever the force might lead her.

An owl hooted in the background somewhere, and a raccoon, or possibly even a pack of raccoons, rustled through the forest ground, searching for food. The howl of a lone wolf could be heard somewhere, but this howl didn't affect her. She wasn't scared. She could handle a simple wolf, she was sure of that. If it was a werewolf, that was still okay. She had a silver nail file in her back pocket.

Soon, she approached an old, dilapidated house. It was a light blue in color, or at least it seemed to be. It must have been a grand old manor when it existed, but it was not so anymore. It stretched out in a clearing in the woods, and an ornate blue wrought iron gate stood before it, and seemed to be locked. The young woman stepped up to the gate and gave it a nudge. The doors swung open easily, without so much as a squeak. The woman stepped onto the property of the manor and looked up at it. It was three stories high and was shaped in somewhat of an unclosed square, with the gate keeping it from being whole. On the right where the side turned to come towards the gate, a tower went up an extra five stories in the sky, making the tower eight stories tall totally. A part of the tower remained on the mirror left, this only somewhere between four and a half to six stories tall. A spiral staircase reached all the way up to the eighth story and a circular landing.

In the center of what must have been the courtyard stood an ancient fountain that let out no more water. The fountain held the statue of a sinister looking woman draped in robes with her arms forming an X over her chest. Her mouth was open as if in a silent scream. Moonlight shimmered off the dirty blue water in the bowl of the fountain, the young woman of yet walked closer to it, entranced by the foul looking woman.

The evil was near, she knew, but this statue wasn't the root of it. No, the evil was elsewhere. In the manor. Yes, that was definitely where the evil was. Somewhere in the manor.

The woman broke away from the strange spell the statue cast on her and slowly walked to the wooden double doors, stepping over blue gravel, wilted blue-black petals, and crunchy old blue-black leaves. She walked up to steps and examined the wooden doors. They were large, and tapered up on top in an Arabian fashion. A doorknocker rested on each door, one with the image of a demonic face, the other with what seemed to match the face of the face from the fountain. The young woman gaped at that particular face in awe for a moment then pushed open the doors. The doors crumbled to dust when she touched them. She stood still for a moment, a tiny sliver of fear creeping into her. She pushed it out and stepped over the threshold, tightening her grip on the thick branch.

The entrance hall of the manor looked beautiful, though filled with dust and cobwebs, as any old home would be. A staircase met her and led up a few steps until it split into two, one going towards the left, the other towards the right. Cautiously and instinctively, the young woman started up the stairs and turned right immediately. She followed the dark blue hallway for sometime, passing tall, closed wooden doors and old blue paintings of people she did not know, and probably wouldn't ever come to know.

Soon, she came to what she knew to be the tower. She pushed this door as well and watched it crumble to dust. She stepped over this and took a torch off the wall. Amazingly, as well as a little freakishly, this torch was burning with a pulsating blue flame. She followed the stone steps up and up and up until she reached the top of the tower. Once there, she found herself in a tiny little room with arched windows. Sconces were on the wall, and they too burned with bright blue flames.

As soon as she stepped into the room, an eerie, haunting song began. It was a soft enchanting voice that sang it, and the melody of the song crept into the young woman's soul, flowing into the darkest corners imaginable. The young woman shuddered at the song and shook herself, trying to free herself from the cruel enchantment of the song. Goosebumps crawled across her flesh as she began to move around the circular room. Soon, she came to a section of the inner wall where she saw some ancient runes printed, runes from a culture this young woman knew nothing of. Suddenly, moonlight streamed in through three holes from the outer wall facing the inner wall of the tower. Somehow, she knew not how, she spoke the runes that were written there, and then heard a soft, menacing laugh.

"You have called me at last." The voice taunted softly, evilly. It was the voice of the song, a voice that could make anyone drunk in it's power.

"Who are you?" the young woman asked in a British accent.

"That is none of your business, not yet Eartha Ramsey.

"How do you know my name?" She asked, more suspicious than shocked. She had dealt with spirits before, but none had known her name. None had known who she was.

"Because a terrible destiny is about to unfold, child. And you are a key role in it. Go on, go out to the window and see." The voice commanded Eartha. Slowly, she stepped up to the window and peered out, into the window below. As she did so, the song started again, and Eartha noticed four teenagers walk through the gate. They were around her age, and they walked lifelessly, as if they were zombies. As Eartha watched, horrified, the four began to dance around the fountain with slow, disturbing movements. They seemed to be in trance, and as the song picked up it's haunting pace, so did their movements.

Eartha turned back to the symbols on the wall. "Let them go." She coldly commanded.

"No. This is their destiny, their reason for birth. They must fulfill it."

"Let them go this instant." She commanded again.

"Never."

"Light of sun, ray of moon ." Eartha began, reciting a spell as the words flowed into her mind as if from nowhere. "I cast here a spell of doom." She continued as the voice screeched at her.

"Stop it!" and a force threw her against the wall.

"Then you stop it!" Eartha cried back, a blue flame growing in her right hand. It was a sign of black magic, she knew, but she had no choice. She prepared to throw it at . what?

Suddenly, she heard an explosion from outside. Eartha rushed to the window and saw the four teens starting to go up in smoke emanating from a dark blue fire. The smoke started to go into the statue's mouth and Eartha began to scream as the statue collected its energy unendingly. She screamed and screamed and screamed and .

. screamed. Eartha sat up on her bed, her dark face dripping with sweat, as were her pajamas. She looked around her new dorm room, empty for the moment, and sighed. It was a dream, that was all. Just a dream. Quickly muttering a spell for protection, Eartha slid under her covers again, this time falling into a dreamless sleep.