The graveyard was completely abandoned. That wasn't so surprising, given the hour of the night, which must have been somewhat past one. During the daytime, the cemetery was a peaceful place, often visited by church-goers carrying flowers and tending to the graves of their deceased loved ones. But with the new moon nowhere to be found, the churchyard was covered in darkness, bringing it a sinister atmosphere. 

Yet, the dead had a visitor tonight. 

In the light of a dirty street lantern, a silhouette, all dressed in black robes, stood among the gravestones, holding an unlit candle and a seashell necklace, which looked crafted by hand. 

A cold autumn wind took back the visitor's hood, revealing the small, round face of a young woman. She was short for her age, but slim, and her dark, wispy hair reached just above shoulder length. The girl - she looked like she was about sixteen years old - knelt before one of the graves, with a stone that bore an inscription reading "Natonia Fenris".

Lilith Fenris carefully placed the candle in the moss that grew over her grandmother's grave, and, with just a blink of her eyes, the wick ignited. Lilith closed her eyes and whispered a few words that faded in the wind. Then, with a louder voice, the witch spoke, "Grandmother Natonia, I have come to see you again." 

She then opened her eyes, expecting to meet those of her grandmother's spirit, like she would every new moon. But instead of the familiar ghost of an old lady, the image of a beautiful young woman, with a tail and ears like the ones of a fox, stared back at the witch. The woman was dressed in green and purple robes, held together by a belt made of leather, and seemed to illuminate the cemetery with her presence. 

"S-Sylene?" Lilith stuttered. She had only seen the goddess of the forests and the wild once before. It was right after her grandmother had passed away. Natonia Fenris had been the priestess of Sylene. It was usual that witches would spend their life serving a deity. An...