Blackfeather Woods going off my head, down to somewhere

The ghost child scrambled to her paws but she was not fast enough thereafter to stop the dark one from taking the prize once more. There was a moment of silence and calmth as they stood facing each other. The ghost child peered into the dark child's eyes and a moment there was nothing but the pair of them, yin and yang, the balance.

Then instinct took over and once more did the child stumble towards the other, aiming to grab the side of the root that stuck from the dark one's mouth and commence in a game of tug o' war.