"Bloody, bloody werewolves, bloody wizards...demons...and now this?" I muttered to myself.

The light reached out, like claws, grabbing at me. I tried to avoid it but once it touched me, I felt lifeless. My energy seemed to be seeping away. My legs felt weak, my arms fell to my sides, and my eyes grew heavy...my mind became murky, filled with thoughts of...sleep.

I opened my eyes. All that greeted me was a white void. Absolute emptyness filled with an infinite light. I looked around and found myself face to face with Shendron. We both jumped back, hissing and growling. We were both a little jumpy.

"What happened?" I said, trying to ease the tention.
"How must I know?" Shendron growled.
"You seem to act like you know everything." I hissed back.
The vicious look he gave me, greatly reassured me. At least he was his old self and wasnt interested in fighting me right now. There were more pressing matters.

"This must be Rowens doing." He said looking around. "What is he thinking?"

A hissing sound began to fill the air. I frowned. The world began to shake. I turned to see Shendrons sword come to life.
"Thats a very old sword." I said. The runes looked vaguely familiar.
"I think something else has joined us in this void." Shendron said, getting into a fighting stance.
"Oh, good." I smiled. "Now I can feed."