Pahanovae stared at her blurry relflection in the quickly-expanding puddle of water. "Woaah. Something wierd is going on.. I don't like this one bit." She glanced at Miziki fearfully, hoping she had something brave and cool-sounding to say to make everything better. Instead- Massive streaks of lightning lit up the areas of the cieling open to the sky, and bathed everything in a frightening neon blue glow. The statue was now rattling and hissing, as though attempting to come alive, eyes still sparkling horribly. "Miziki what do we dooo?!" She wailed miserably, shaking to keep the rain off her already waterlogged midnight feathers. The howls of panicking wolves only added to her terror, plus the reminder of the story she had remembered.Â
Rift lay silently in his cave, listening to the sudden thunderstorm rage across the forest. His keen eyes picked out the pack of werewolves in the distance, attempting to hunt a full-grown moose. "Sillies.. You can't do that, you'll all be squashed flat... " He muttered to himself. "Plus them mooses always taste too.. moosey." The strange lightning began to attract his attention though. It was being way too specific, striking particular members of a particular group instead of random bolts. "Something's not right..." Rift pulled himself up and wandered to the mouth of the cave, determining whether or not it was really worth it to go out in all that rain.Â