The sun rose high in the sky above shining down towards the window of the Lord's room. however the doors were shut and the curtains were closed leaving the inside of theroom for the first time, dark and dreary. His coughing violently heard throughout the castle ringing like death it'self. Maids forceing him to stay sitting up one holding a bucket catching th e ask as he coughed. The butlers ran from room to room gathering every blanket they could find mounding them on his piling them on him. While younger maids rubbed at him trying to keep thier beloved lord alive, his inner fire slowly dying out and fading away, if such were to happen he himself would go out and the Mistwoods would be then and ever more. Dead.<br/><br/>A knock came to Talia's door frantically as a butler outside yelled "My Lady\1 \please hurry we need your blankets fast! His flame is going out!!"