St Donavan experienced a dark as eclipse sky and a sudden strange rainfall with the Skinwalker's transformation.
She quickened her pace as the clouds began to gather in the sky, it was strange up till now, the now darkened sky had been postcard perfect, and the beautiful cocktail-blue shade was beginning to darken into gravel-grey as large pillows of cloud were forming, blocking out the beautiful golden color of the sun.
she got the first splatter of rain when she was halfway across the meadow leading to the girl's domitorium, and to shield herself from it she took shelter under an old oak, droplets of water began to drip from the leaves wetting her red hair, the rainfall became more intense, so much rain was falling that the sound blurred into one long, whirring noise. It reminded her of the rotor blades on a helicopter. Eventually, the noise lessened and the drops faded into a musical chime.
She could feel it in the air, something dark and ominous, a dark heavy feeling of death spreading like a plague, it was suffocating,
"Scarlett!" she heard the scream of a boy running towards her, although her sights were blurry from the relentless outpour of rain she could tell who it was, judging by his brown hair and tall build, it was Jeremy.
"How did you find me?," she asked with a frown.
"Doesn't matter, Leon's in trouble," he said panting and trying to catch his breath.
"What are you talking about?,"
"The dark sky and rainfall, it only happened after Leonard switched with asher, I can feel it, there's something horrible happening in Sabrina's hallow," he half yelled to get his words across to the lady dressed in a long blue gown, she knew of Leonard's ability to switch places with someone, which explained how he managed to enter the enchanted forest, she could somewhat tell thee dark magic to be coming from the forest.
"Let's go!" she said quickly and in haste dashed from the spot as Jeremy followed.
*******
In the principal's office
His blonde hair swayed gently while he gazed out the window, the sky was jet black and the large clouds were moving towards him, he heard a tapping on the window which became a pitter-patter, he stared at the people running for cover outside and umbrellas were opening for shelter as the clouds spat out their beads of water.
Puddles began plinking as the rainfall became heavier, the roofs of buildings danced with spray and he could hear the murmuring of the rain through the window. It sounded like the buzzing of angry bees.
"What a beautiful sight," he muttered staring upwards at the dark sky, he could already tell it to be the skinwalker's magic, he smiled knowing only a few steps remained from getting his ambition, it was finally beginning, the end and extermination of the Lycan race, it was for this reason he felt he was born, he was nothing but a remnant of hate and grudge.
"Alex something is wrong, I can feel dark magic hovering around the clouds," The vice principal miss Charlotte said barging into the office with a worried look on her face.
"It's simply a bad rain, it's nothing to worry about," he spoke gently like an angel turning around with a smile on his face.
"It isn't," she responded curtly, "You aren't a witch which makes it impossible for you to sense it,"
"What do you plan on doing?," He asked dropping his smile.
"Find whoever is doing this and put an end to it," she answered firmly about to turn back when Alexander spoke
"I had a feeling you'd say that," he sighed out loud as he approached her with slow steps, getting to her and in a split second he pulled out a pouch containing dust from his pocket and blew it across her face.
"What are you doing..." he suddenly felt drowsy, weak, and her legs wobbly and in an instant, she fell unconscious.
"Fighting you'd be troublesome, this was the best course of action," he said with his usual creepy smile, "Sleep well Charlotte, the world would be different in your wake," he added as he walked towards the window gazing at the dark sky with a smile on his face.
******
Somewhere far away from St Donovan
"Master, your tea is ready," Dressed in an all-black suit a man in his mid-thirties said with a deep bow, he wore a pair of glasses which made him look regal and intelligent, he slowly lifted his gaze towards the man gazing at the now darkened sky which somewhat blended with the darkness and gloomy nature of the castle.
His master however remained silent, unmoving and distant with his back against him, not responding to his earlier report, assuming his words weren't heard he repeated his words.
"Forgive me for intruding master, your tea is ready," he said this time with an even deeper bow.
"Get the chopper ready, we're going to St donavan," he said with no string of emotion behind it.
"What?, but...why master morbius?," The man who was his butler asked in shock,
"She's back from the dead, it's just as alex foretold," he spoke plainly, his short dark hair coat swaying back and forth by the push and pull of the wind, he looked powerful and dominant with the mere sight of his back alone.
"Who is back master morbius?," the butler asked respectfully
"A ghost from the past, Lilith the skinwalker,"