Zoey had woken early that morning, determined to finally shift into the form of a moth. She had been practicing and practicing for days now. She was up in the attic, it was her quiet place to go when ever she needed to think for play around with her shifting abilities. She had a single lantern up there with her, the moon was not enough to keep her fear of the dark away. She stood in the middle of the room taking slow deep breaths, and suddenly she was shifting. Her body grew smaller and smaller until she was nothing more than the size of a dollar. She was now a green moth with bright white markings, now all she had to do was learn to fly...