The horse moves gracefully through the field, aware of everything around him. There is a profound silence. Every animal is quiet and still. An ogre walks out from the shades of the forest. He is calm and takes no notice of the white horse. The night slowly turns into day and the troll transforms itself into a stone. Resting his old body. The horse is gone.

A fog is dense over the lake, not far from the stone. A creature or something ancient lurks in the mist. A face appears and is quickly gone, but it leaves an unexplainable chill in the area. Daybreaks and the ground are getting warmer. The clay becomes softer. This is a magic place.