Mist slowly encircled the campsite and crept around each tent, slowly rising until it covered the tents. Morning came later, and the mist dispersed as the sun rose. Where before campers were sleeping, the land sparkled with dewdrops. Not a trace remained of any campers.
As the Farmer approached the site, he noticed the lack of any disturbance, and smiled. The mist never failed him.
Deep underground now, an aching discontent filled the mist. Grown much since it’s birth, it hungered for more. It’s senses could now span miles, and to the east, it had detected greater amounts of energy. Knowing only of itself, the thirst, and energy; it slowly moved through roots and earth, around rocks and under rivers, until it reached the outskirts of the small hamlet. Waiting only for darkness to descend once more.