A hooded figure with hoofed feet and luminous yellow eyes glares fiercely at the stone coffin which layed in the middle of an empty crypt. Her eyes sadden. She placed her shaking hand gently on top of the faded inscription that reads

"Here rest Glenn Harwick a great teacher an-", the rest is too faded to make out.

The hooded figure looks down longingly or perhaps eagerly at the coffin.

The figure spoke "Oh, Champion of Pan why do you slumber. This seal should not faze you if it not for the wish of your students you would have left this place long ago. Two centuries have passed! The world no longer sing songs of your works, but of you silly students. Awaken! It is time for the world to dance to your song again!"

Four magic circles of different colors appear: Blue, red, green and yellow. The magic circles start to become unstable and start to break like glass one after the other. The four circles broke but nothing happened. Then suddenly two new magic circles formed. One white the other black. The figure quickly retreated from the coffin in shock. The hood fell down as they moved revealing beautiful blue hair and a pair of jet black ram horns protruding from their temples.

"It would seem that your teacher would like to continue to sulk..." the figure spoke calmly to herself.

She starts to shake and yelled at no one "But we finally found the cure! The others turned their back on him and wouldn't help me free him. Was all this for naught?!"

She replied calmly to herself "Nay, child we can leave the cure here and seal the entrance..." She pulled a letter and a vial of liquid out from her robe's pocket. She knew her teacher well, but had hope she'd be able to see him in the flesh. She makes her way back to the coffin and set the vial and the letter at the foot of the coffin. Then she removes, from underneath her robes, a gorgeous silver necklace with a sapphire embedded as a center piece. She takes a moment to look at the momento and what it meant to her before also placing it at the foot of the coffin. She looks one more time longingly at the coffin before walking towards the entrance and with a swipe of her arm the walls of the stairway to the crypt collapse after her.

Dust fills the room and some trickle on top of the letter that reads "Marie."