A single feather, black like the night, floated gracefully outside her window. Curious at the sight, the young maiden approached her window and gently set a hand onto the glass. She didn't seem bothered by the cold temperature, and simply continued to watch as the winds gently carried the feather away. "I wonder where that feather is going to land?" Her thoughts were spoken aloud, though no one was around to listen. 

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Bunnymund, along with the others, fell silent when a feather suddenly landed at their feet. It wasn't from Tooth, her feathers radiated with brilliant colors, this feather was a single shade of black. Confused at the display, Bunnymund looked up to North and questioned what was happening. "Something is wrong, isn't it?" He really didn't have to ask, but did so anyways.