THE ATTACK

Before Young Lady Darvia could respond, a sharp piercing ring ripped through the sky, through the garden. The air around them seemed to completely shift, and the serenity of the palace was shattered as a wave of unrecognizable energy rolled down from the sky. 

Wind whipped from the sky, pushing down to the ground, biting into Velmoria's skin, pushing her hair and clothes in the process. Velmoria raised a hand, covering her eyes to protect them from the sudden onslaught of air, as she looked up at the sky. The birds that had been chirping fell silent, and the once gently breeze turned painfully cold. 

Velmoria spun on her heels instinctively, her body tensing as her senses sharpened. She could sense a presence-- no multiple presences, from the garden. 

Was it from the garden?