Stamped *

Midday. If not for the dark clouds lurking on the sky, everyone would have been able to see the sun right above them.

*Rumble. Rumble*

Thunders raged across the sky. It was alerting everyone down below of the storm that was to come.

The Elesborg forest.

A convoy of four carriages drove through the woodland's now muddy road. Three of the carriages were light green and the other was Emerald green. Through the road was not the best roads for coaches to wheel upon, all of them were travelling at exceeding speed- courtesy to the strong batch of senhorses, the powerful and magical breed of horsed.

Inside the third carriage, which also happened to be the odd one out among the vehicles, sat Adrian Darkheart. His hands were holding an opened scroll, while his eyes skimmed through the paper until it finally landed and fixed upon the majestic seal at the lower end of the paper. A smile creeped out on his face.