It was a cool Christmas night. The trees rustled in the wind as the tiny gentle driplets of rain splattered on the rooftop of the dark house. "Master, the stones are gone!"
The master quivered in anger and fear. "What do you mean, gone?" he answered in a high cold voice. "I-It was stolen my lord... by a simple boy and two accomplices." the Orimain answered in a frightened voice, thinking fast. He knew he didn't have much time to live. All he was hoping for were few precious moments to take in before he was killed by the legendary master Zakrion. He heard a shrill scream of fury and saw the dark bloodhsot eyes stare at him infuriatingly. Suddenly, he felt a cold hand grab his neck and lift him through the air. The simple Ormain choked loudly. "Please, I beg you, Im sorry" he sobbed in a choked voice. "I have no need for you anymore! You have failed me!" The frightening figure sank his deep teeth into the worthless servant, sucking his blood dry until he fell to the floor, with his last cry etched on his shrunken face.
