The thunder strikes continuously and lightening flashes across the room illuminating it for a second. In the darkroom, lord Reynoll shifts on his seat as shadow approaches the door. A second passes and there is a knock at the door, following by a voice from outside.

"Botheration Guardian, but there is a summoning from the elders, they are gathered in the great hall and the request your presence"

There is silence for some second and the Lord Reynall speak.

"you may take your leave Johya!"

"thank your Guardian!"

He watches as the steps retraced itself backwards and finally disappears. he remains seated for a while and then rises from the seat and walks towards the window. Standing behind it, he pulls the drape and faint light glows into the room. Placing his hands on the pane, he gazes out over the land from the top of the tower as the rain fell and rolled on the soil.

"The witches strikes again!"

A voice utters in his mind and lord Reynoll shrinks.

"They shall fall on this land just like the rain falls and ravish it in concordance!"

The voice mocks and lord Reynoll retreats from the window and thunder strikes and lashes together with lightening aiming straight at the window. Immediately, he sets for the inner room. Walking into the inner room, he takes off his cloak from it's place on the wall and tosses it on. He gazes at the large circles drawn in the middle of the room and takes in a deep breath hesitating at first, then he mutters some words and finally steps into the circles causing it to glow. He stands at the center and stretches forth his right hand, mutters some words and a staff appears in his hand, resting it by his side, he begins to mutter some words and a whirl wind begins to rise from the edges of the circles. He chants the words louder with more strength and the whirl wind grows stronger. Finally, he stamps the staff on the floor and the whirl wind erupts from the circles raising him into the air and out of sight.