As the Princess of the Moon flew over the forest, for just an instant, she could have sworn she'd seen something moving below. A bright, pinkish form running through the tall, dark trees. She stopped, gliding down a bit to look. Something small and pink cut across her peripheral vision once more, and, curiosity overcoming her, she decided to alight on a nearby rock. She lowered her head and scanned the bushes and undergrowth, but saw nothing. Suddenly, a shrill scream pierced the night, ringing out among the trees.