A shadowy figure stood on top of a hill, body hunched over. He gazed upon the landscape, thoughtful. If you had been in the land below and had been looking up, you would have seen a pair of glowing yellow eyes. Slowly, they changed from plain yellow to a shimmering green.

The moon hung low in the sky tonight, a huge circle that shone silver. It was beautiful.

The shadowy figure was feeling nostalgic tonight. In the light of the moon, he spread his wings, and flew. Against the brightly shining moon, he was no more than a shadow.

Slowly, he faded into the night.

Who could even say that they had seen him?