Two years had passed since the incident, and things were
calm. Or, so it seemed… Somewhere in a dark tower a figure clad in shadows was glowering
down upon the world.
“Liam,” said the figure, “How much more time till it will be
completed?”
“Half a year, my lord,” Liam replied, bowing as low as he
could. The shadow sighed.
“Too long, but I guess we can’t rush it anymore. People take
time,” He said stepping into the light. Wolf grey locks flowed past his
shoulders and curled onto his back, and a glint appeared in his jet black eyes,
as he turned to his shadowed servant, “Eliminate the star girl, she holds the
power we need. While in her hands though,” looking down at his own, “it is a
danger to us.”
“Yes, my lord.”
Breaking though the darkness, rays of light began to appear.
Like a dove to a raven, the darkness parted. Gold glimmered across the floor
leading the lord of the place.
“Morning has approached us. Well, it shall regret it.”
A shriek was heard, and once more,
the room was darkened.
