The ride to the Hallow’s Eve Ball was so long and so quiet that the beautiful witch Esmerelda fell asleep. Her snores were so loud they could be heard across the land.
As she slept, her spell faded and her horse’s reigns disappeared, causing the carriage to stop in the middle of the road.
The moon looked down on them with a smile and a laugh, knowing all too well that the oncoming mist was her love, Count Vladimir, coming to retrieve her for the ball.
