Outside, night was as gloomy as the darkest place in the closet. As it was cloudy, no light in the sky managed to cross the thick blanket between the stars and the moon that watched the Earth and the land of Elmbridge School of Magic. There was also fog so thick that it gave the feeling that it could support almost anything ... even a person.
Elizabeth slept peacefully in her room.
Her hawk had a pedestal made especially for it. The bird didn’t rest, but watched over the girl.
Suddenly, there was a bump in the drawer of the little nightstand near the girl's bed. The noise was strong enough to wake Miss Edwards. Scared, she sat up and looked at the protective hawk.
“What was tht?” she looked at the bird, as if waiting for an answer. As she raised her head from the pillow, the candle imm
