Master Thea was very certain something was missing from the parchment. The words were fine, and nothing was torn out from the parchment, but it just lacked a seal. All parchments from the old era had a seal, but this one did not.

She had heard about the greenish liquid in Waterrealm and the devastating rain of fire in Firerealm, but just could not link anything to what the scroll writes.

Then, Thea saw something move outside her room. Not everyone can get past the wizardry shields outside her room, and she wondered who was it. "Who are you?" Thea stood surreptitiously. There was no reply, and Thea was about to walk to the door when it blasted open and a mist filled the room. When it cleared, a man came into the room, riding a black mist, hovering in the air.

"Give me the parchment," He spoke, his voice crackling like flames, dry and malevolent, "I mean no harm, at least if you do comply."

"And if I do not?" Thea held up her hands, and blue magic appeared on her palm, and she was ready to hurl the blast at her foe.

"Then I shall have to do it by force," The man answered and surged forward, hurling two bouts of dark magic which encircled Thea. Thea blasted them off, but the man was already in front of the parchment. He placed a hand on the parchment, setting it ablaze and disappeared in the midst of black smoke.

"No!" Thea cried, scrambling towards the parchment and snuffed the flame out. The damage was already made, some of the sides of the parchment were blackened and torn, but in the middle of the parchment, a seal of a flaming eagle was imprinted.

The parchment was finally complete, but about the motive of the man who printed the seal, she did not know. Perhaps, the man would aid them by providing them with the seal, or was this a trap? She did not know. Thea sat back at her desk, staring blankly at the red seal. In all her life she had not heard anything about a flaming eagle, let alone seeing one, but she was sure it meant something.

Only one person now could be able to understand the seal, and he was Gwyndale. He had lived for tens of millennium, and if anyone knew about the seal it must be him. Thea held up the framed parchment slowly and left her room. Outside, she slid her index finger into a tiny hole in the wall, and with a flash of green magic, she disappeared.