The sun glowed a burnt orange as he slowly descended from the sky. The light reflected off the lake's surface; it was a beautiful site that the sun tried to cast for them. However, just like a week before, when the moon had no idea what was happening below the trees, where its light could not touch. So, did the sun not know of the battle that would pursue beneath it? The wolves began to surround the flame barrier that protected the corrupt slowly encircling it. All the unsuspecting beings knew was the forest had suddenly gone quiet
But he knew, the witch who cause this, the one who would stand at the center of the problem could feel it. His sixth sense was on fire. He tasted the rage in the air he could feel a witch's power flare. That was his only warning before disaster fell on them.