The stars twinkled brightly in the spring night and the twin moons scattered a soft light outside the dim room. He stared into the flames and a satisfied smile spread across his lips. He threw a log into the fire and the flames blazed. A light gust of wind reached him from the window. He got up from the chair and took away the fabric that covered the window pane. His cold gaze looked up at the twinkling stars.
- Can you still feel the pain? She's dead. One of your chosen ones has been killed on my orders. The other will soon go the same way. And then ... then it's your turn my dear. And believe me, I will enjoy your annihilation.
A falcon's scream reached his ears and with a smile he let the fabric fall into place again.
- Yes go on and scream. Scream out your pain.
He was still smilin
