Mavolus was sitting up on a hillock outside the village, gazing upwards. His body was aglow like an aurora, as it usually was whilst star gazing, his light easily visible in the night. He always saw bits and pieces of dead prophecy, signs of fortune and disaster long past. However, something caused his body to turn orange with worry, a disturbance not there the night before. "After two full moons cycle four times four, the village will burn and bodies turned to gore..." Mavolus spoke as he read the stars, his color becoming yellow in fear with tones of angry red. "I must tell the village of this," he said as he stood. He started his way down the hill towards the village.