The wind howled like an abandoned wolf and cut through the jagged sides of the glass panes. Eric stared down at the endless scene of the pinewood trees lining up just beside the tower wall.
He sighed, it has happened again. A soft grunt escaped from his lips angrily as he threw a punch at the glass pane, further breaking it.
"What do you have to say for yourself?" He asked as he turned around. The murder intent was clear on his face as he look at the man who was on the floor. Harith trembles and scuttled on the floor as he was already beaten by the guards the King sent. He watched in horror as the sharp tip of an icicle made an appearance from his palm as Eric watched him, strangely cooled down after the glass breaking punch.
"I am sorry, i am so sorry. It's my fault, please forgive me." Harith sobbed, kneeling on the floor and begging.
Eric sighed and observed the icicle in hand, "Tell me what happened again."
