The banging became louder and louder. It became more threatening as seconds passed. Screencha sat down in her bed and focused her energy. She spread it out thinly and tried contacting her children. Even though it was dark, she was able to tell that her children were safe. They were asleep but they too did not have peace of mind as their doors were banged over and over again.
Whatever was outside was trying desperately to get it. It’s purpose was unknown. Yet, one thing could be clearly felt, whatever it was, was not an allay or a friend. Shaman stood guard. He did not know what was happening but he was convinced that it was because of the triggers. Even though they had saved them, they still caused catastrophes.
He wanted to curse them for their unwanted aid but stopped when he thought
