"Ah, hello, Anastasia and Matthew," said Glade. He was busy gaping at a wonderful sight. A kingdom lay before his eyes, with guards patrolling the grounds and red flags waving in the wind. When a patrol turned the corner where they were standing, a guard spotted them.<br/><br/>"You there! Halt in the name of Jarvan IV!" ordered the guard, running at them. The rest of the patrol quickly followed suit.<br/><br/>"Oh my, it seems as if they've spotted us. No matter! I have the perfect spell for-" he was suddenly cut off as an arrow lodged itself in his upper right arm. A guard shot at him as he saw Glade raise his staff. Surprisingly, Glade felt pain he never experienced before. When he was still being controlled, barely any pain was felt, and it would disappear quickly. The sudden blow caused him to drop his staff, the only way he could cast a spell. He fell to his knees and clutched his arm.<br/><br/>"Gah! Why- Why does it hurt so much?" he complained, his face contorting in pain. Sweat began to form and he was unable to act, this new feeling of pain rendered him almost useless. It would take some time to get used to it, but for now, he could not endure it.