Silence. That's all Cassia heard. Silence. However, she knew she was in some forest. She felt that the grass under her feet and the trees blocking out the sun, only letting some lone rays shine through. She stumbled over the rocks and headed to the stream which was the only thing that broke the silence. She splashed her hands into the water letting the cold stream wash the blood from her hands.

She splashed water on her face hoping to rid it of any dirt or blood that may there. She looked down at her cloths. They were torn, dirty and bloody. She looked back at her hands that were still coated in blood and dirt. She puts her hands in the water again and she jumps back as her eyes gaze into the water. She looks to the star and sees a full moon still out in the bright of day.

It was all happening too soon. The signs were too close together now. She mustn't let the ritual take place. She was about to run off to warn them but was stopped as an arrow flew through her heart. She feel to the ground and looked up as a hooded figure stood over her. "You lose Mage! You are too late. We are closer now to our raise back to this world." The voice from the hooded figure was dry, scratchy, dark and cold. It was as if they haven't spoken in ages. Which in truth they probably hadn't. The figure drew a sword and ran it through her heart. They smirk as her body falls limp and the color drains from her eyes along with her life.

The hooded figure turns and walks away smirking to themselves. It was all too easy, now they must keep an eye on their prize.

A/n: I will be making this into a book however the title is undermined.