It was a quiet night, the only light being the full moon that shined above the dark gray clouds. Not rain clouds, just a dark sky that did show some stars twinkling. It was peaceful tonight at Camp Nevermoor.

While walking through the woods, she heard a sudden rustling in the bushes. The evening air felt cool against her skin, carrying the scent of pine and damp earth. Before she could react, she felt a strong hit to her head, the world exploding into bright stars of pain.

The last thing she remembered before passing out was the sensation of rough hands grabbing her, the sound of heavy breathing, and the feeling of being dragged along the forest floor, twigs and stones scraping against her skin as darkness swallowed her consciousness.