The sky was the colour of dark pastels clouds of grey mixed with clouds of dark red and a purple haze, the moon would occasionally appear form behind the clouds. The sound of thunder crackled across the tall mountain top followed by the flash of lightening lighting up the tall castle that stood firm built from the mountain peak itself. The wind that rage across the stone walls echoed inside the dark empty hallways of the castle itself outside was cold and loud from the clang of the wind. Open windows banged back and forth as shutters creaked from the whistle of the gales.

High Lord of the light stood alone in his chambers shrouded in darkness except for a few candles in the corner that burned away. A sudden flash of lightening covering a white blanket across the room and then leaving the darkness as it vanished would come every few minutes following the crackles of thunder raging across the sky.

Zoreth stood deep in thought looking from the diamond leaded windows out at the sky counting flashes.
Another crack of thunder boomed high only this time louder, followed by a white blanket of flash light from the streaking lightening. The light vanished leaving Zoreth stood in the darkness. From the corner of his eye he caught the candles flicker and felt a presence he had not felt in over five thousand years.

"I know your there."� He said turning to face the red robed figure stood in the corner hold a wooden staff with a stone long since forgotten for the head.

"So Zoreth the time has come."� The man said stepping from the corner.

Zoreth turned to face him looking into the man's eyes. The stranger stood firm his fingers clenched around the staff his robes were the colour of dark red and drooped to his feet. His face was pale and his long brown hair dropped past his shoulder's neatly.

"I have not heard your voice in over five thousand years."� Zoreth said walking to his cabinet.

The room was covered in shelves of books some older than Zoreth himself and others just merely covered in spider webs. The cabinet was made of old oak wood and held a series of liquored bottles The smell of cedar wood fragranced the air.

Zoreth took a bottle and two glasses filling both with the dark liquid within. He placed them both on the oval table.

"What brings you here?"� Zoreth asked the patience all but gone from his voice as he sipped the drink from the long glass.

"You know why I am here Zoreth."� The man said.

A crack of thunder spread across the sky followed by another blanket of lightening lighting the room.

The man took a sip from the glass on the table.

"I know this you were forbidden by the council to return here last time we saw you. And you were told never to make contact again."� Zoreth said his words spoken with caution.

"Zoreth you cannot tell me where I can and cannot go. I told you those years past this time was coming and now it has. I told you not to practice in the dark magic."� The man said.

"You forget you place and you forget who you speak to, wizard that grows ever younger."� Zoreth's voice spoke with challenge.

The man placed the glass back on the oval table and clenched tighter around his staff his eyes narrowed.

"No Zoreth you forget your place you forget who it is you speak to."� The man said, followed by a sudden drop in temperature.

Zoreth turned sharp to face the man once more his glass now set on the table his left fist clenched tight his eyes also now narrowed.

"Very well Merlin, you force my hand."� Zoreth's voice boomed to life as the lightening lit the room once more his left hand covered in blue flames and raised. He opened his palm and shot the flames across towards the other. But the flames merely died before contact.

Merlin stepped closer his staff tilted to face Zoreth.

"You cannot harm me old fool. I am Merlin I am the one that created the order I am the one who is and always will be."�

Suddenly Zoreth found himself flung across the room and crashed into a shelf of books dropping them from the shelves. Zoreth landed hard on his back then rose up levitating spun around and slammed into the ceiling then the floor and back into the book shelve.

Zoreth spat blood from his lips and knelt on one knee looking up at Merlin who now stood form his eyes coloured yellow his hair moved as though the wind blew at it.

"You are nothing old man your time is beyond overdue."� Merlin spoke his words echoed through the room.

Zoreth stood gathering his senses and fired a bolt of lightning back towards Merlin the blast impacted on the staff but died as soon as contact was made.

"Oh you have been practising the dark magic. Kytholas would be please."� Merlin said.

The door opened with a slam and a sheet of lightening lit up the room as Demmicare the red stormed in a sword in hand attired in his red stained armour.

Zoreth looked across the room to find Merlin had gone.

"Lord Zoreth are you alright I heard commotion."� Demmicare the red said his voice soft.

Zoreth dusted himself down as he stood.

"I am fine Demmy it was just the lightening nothing more."� Zoreth said.