It was in the early morning hours of a warm day in August. The weather was nice: The sky was clear, and no wind at all could be felt. Not even a single breeze.

A ten year old ghost boy was wandering through the forest near Bistritz. Nature was beautiful this morning - flowers opened their blossoms and birds were singing - but he did not have an eye for the beauty: The young ghost had been on his way to the castle the night before, but he had got lost and was looking for a way out, since he was too tired to teleport.

"Hello..?" he asked into the forest. "Is anyone here?"