Eugene Denok

Midnight. The moonlight glinted on the carriage windows.

Adrian was sitting at the centre while opposite him- sat Eustace, the youth with brown hairs and blue eyes from his own syndicate.

"It's time." Eustace said, his eyes not daring to meet those of Adrian's. "He should be there by now."

"He better be." Adrian's eyes were on the window. The streets were lit with magic lamp posts. The night was lively as people walked through the pavements to their work. They were wearing warm clothes since the signs of frigid year started to show.

Soon, the carriage came to a halt. The door opened. Adrian wore his hood and stepped out. Eustace followed.

There was a huge establishment before them. The architecture was grand. And there were magic circles outside that were glowing lights of different alternating colours.