There could be sounds of water dripping ominously in the distance of the forest; croaks and squeals were the music of the night. With the darkness consuming everything around it, there was no place for a little lion to rest peacefully. Despite being big, she was not very brave.. Her paws appeared to big for her body, and left her rather unbalanced, but served as a great protection from the world around her.

Alert, and alone she sniffed at the air to get a good idea of what she might be up against in the later hours. But, smelled nothing but the normal wretch that was amongst the dark forests. Darkness had no effect on her, for although she knew it was dark, she was colorblind. Due to her colorblindness the King dubbed it unholy, and made her blindfold herself. This left her completely blind. She relied keenly on her hearing and sense of smell, as she was never one to pick up on the feelings of vibrations that may shatter the ground.

Like a beacon of light, her bright colors and shimmering wings broke through the darkness, as if creating a bubble of serene and peaceful nature. The animosity that surrounded seemed to be almost impossible to defeat, and yet she had.

She scuttled under the nearest leaf and called it home for the night. She was hopelessly lost, and there was no sense trying to find her way out in the night. Partially she hoped someone would find her, and yet, she also pleaded someone did not. Being a lioness trapped in a world of darkness was not her favorite way to spend the night or nights to come.

Someone please, help me.