Faeries & Legends [Night Four - Banquet]

The Mysterious Figure held out the black rose that he had received from his gift. What a marvelous little thing. He was well versed in such oddities—he was a collector of sorts, after all—and this one provided a unique opportunity, albeit by altering his initial plans.

He'd come here in search of a unique prospect. The Prince held promise, but he had yet to find him. Certainly it would only take him one or two more nights to find the boy. No one suspected him, and the boy had remained entirely untouched throughout this whole ordeal within the city. Still, Peter Pan could not deny that this new path would be interesting, if nothing else.

He sent his shade out into the night, black rose in hand. When it came upon the sight of Moses' death, it held the flower out and allowed the bloom to work its magic. A moment later, the shade had dissolved, for its master's soul had found a new name.