There was a small clearing in the forest, and in it sat a lonely rock.  From this spot one could hear the sounds of the forest.  The chirp of the birds, the scurrying of little animals, the trickle of a stream, and the wind brushing against the leaves.  It was a place of calm and quiet, and Colin often spent his time there.  In fact, a pentagram had actually been scorched into the earth around the rock from all the times it had been used for his rituals.  At that time he was sitting on the rock, reading a black leather book.  It was the sudden silence that caught his attention.  He could no longer hear the sounds he normally heard in that clearing, so he knew something was amiss.  A bunch of activity nearby was the most likely cause of it.  He closed the book with a sigh and stood up.  He would do a quick ritual and then he would go check things out.  He put the book into his satchel and pulled out another.  It was a green book with a pentagram embossed onto the cover, the elements written at each point.  He began to read from the book, waving his hand over the rock.  The pentagram on the ground began to glow with a white color.  This wasn't dark magic, which even though he used that frequently, he always liked using some wicca magic from time to time.