This was how he worked for two years before he left without a word, leaving only a note for his comrade. The business was his to do with as he pleased. Leaving the village to find the hut he had once stayed in Gregorie shut himself in as he plotted the hunt and likely murder of the very man who had killed Annika. During this seclusion, Gottschall the man from a few years prior once more located him.

Pushing his way into the hut he smiled once more and nodded, Gregorie knew what that man had come to ask. This time, Gregorie would agree to it. He knew no matter his anger the man who killed his beloved Annika could take him, and at the moment Gregorie knew he needed all the help he could get. Moving out into the moon light Gottschall and Gregorie got started in silence there had been little explanation as to what would happen, or how different Gregorie would be.

[Find and enter Turning.]The event itself was harmless, a mere slice in the skin and the gripping of the others palm in his own was the easy part. Once the vines moved into his veins the pain began. Moving to sit on a log he placed his head in his hands and his elbows on his knees as the memories pushed into full view.

Once it was initiated Gregorie fell to the ground with a new found pain. His body felt like it had turned to stone, his skin felt rough and smooth at the same time. He had even managed a moment of fear as he fell that he might shatter into a million pieces. As he laid on the grass staring up at the moon he suddenly couldn't breathe. Lungs filled with water, his veins burned with the fire that ran through them and he couldn't think about anything other than the whirlwind that had started within his mind. The whirlwind moved from his mind and into his body tearing out everything that made him what he was, nearly making him give up the struggle to survive the elements. The fire in his veins took claim to his mind filling him with the passion to live, water moved from his lungs to his veins to cool them and his heart had turned to stone. When his heart caught fire, a warm rush of water caressed his mind. Stone had shifted from his heart to his lungs stopping the air from leaving his body even as air flowed through his veins. When everything had settled and eventually merged into one fluid motion Gregorie had collapsed unable to remain conscious.

Upon waking days later in the very hut he had gone to see his sire in Gregorie could hear whispers. Strange whispers that didn't make sense to him. Looking around the room before sitting up he tried to place the people who were doing the whispering. When he could see no one he sat up slowly and groaned pressing the heel of his hand into a temple. His head was pounding and he felt as if he had drowned more than once. His body was heavy and slow moving and his eyes burned as if they had been set on fire.

"The first morning is always fun, eh?" A low booming voice sounded as none other than his sire Gottschall moved into view. "You will get used to the whispers, and you will regain your body soon enough. UP! Come. You have much to learn." Large hands reached out to pull him off the cot and out into the blinding sun.[end scene]

A pounding head and the sudden movement of being pulled from the bed left him reeling as Gottschall positioned him at the very top of the hill about a hundred yards from the hut itself.

"I want you to make the grass grow." He stated and waited for Gregorie to do something when all he did was stand there confuse Gottschall grew agitated. "I have to know you can control it. You are an elemental. Make the grass grow. Talk to it, it will listen." He stated in his usual booming voice. All this did for Gregorie is cause more shooting pain into his temples. Putting pressure on them he inhaled the air around him and without even realizing it healed the headache that had taken claim to his fuzzy mind. The act of inhaling air, simply breathing woke up his senses leaving Gregorie to focus much better on the task at hand. The simple thought of making the grass grow had nearly placed both men in a jungle of grass. A loud booming laugh told Gregorie he had not only done right, but that Gottschall was still near by. "Merlin's beard, I knew you had something of potential to you. I would never have guessed it would be this." A rustling to Gregorie right indicated someone was approaching. The grass around them sank back down into the ground leaving a large circular radius for the two to work in without prying eyes.

They worked from morning til night, and then until the morning again. By the end of the next evening Gottschall gave Gregorie a new name and told him where to find the man he was hunting down. The anger and hate that had engulfed Gregorie was enough to fuel the task at hand.

"Remember Gregorie, you are no longer the man you were. Stick to using your surname. You must be Grismore. Everything that you are now, has cast a shadow on who you were and you can never be that man again." With those final words he left Grismore to his own devices, his own plan. He did not need to know how to fight to exact his revenge, but he wanted to make the death of the other man as satisfying as he could. This meant he needed to find someone to teach him. Leaving the hut himself he began to travel on foot to the south of France in search of a teacher, all the while working on honing his new found powers so that when the time came, they didn't become to much and take the mans life before Grismore was ready to watch him die. He wanted to give this man the same death he had given Annika, however that wasn't always possible so he needed a back up plan and the new gifts were it.

Having found a man to teach him how to fight, Grismore did some bookbinding work for the village he lived in, in exchange for being taught what he needed.

"Why, would a man like yourself with a good trade and life style I presume need to learn my trade? We are not in a time of war." He asked settling on a log after a grueling session. Grismore never seemed effected by the sessions and picked up on everything quickly. The old man's son had, had to step in for the physical fights as Grismore's abilities had out grown what the old man could handle.

"I have been threatened a few times and once someone even acted on the threat. I thought it was time to at least be capable of being a threat to those who intend me harm. Back home, I have done work for people who cannot pay. Instead of talking to me when I withhold my product, they think violence is the answer." His replay obviously was a lie, but Grismore learned that he was good at lying. He seemed like such a trusting person that when he did lie it seemed like an honest answer. When both the old man and his son nodded they decided to continue his training. Keeping him in the village for nearly a year.