The pain Lunacy was feeling was getting worse as Fexiryn got closer to Caludar.<br/>"Make it stop, please." She pleaded, twisting and turning inside Fexiryn, all the comfort she had been feeling was gone.<br/><br/>Cal growled when Fexiryn came closer and staggered to his feet when she spoke to him. He looked absolutely terrible.<br/><br/>"Anything bothering me?" He shouted. "No. I'm just fine. Nothing wrong here!" He shouted again as he grabbed Fexiryn's throat and dragged her back to her office. Roughly throwing her to the floor, he sealed the door.<br/>"Let me show you just how fine I am." He said.<br/><br/>The room began to spin and the features dissolved into a swirling red mist. A second later, the mist was slowly replaced with a small village, Caludar and Fexiryn standing in the town square, the people around them acted as like they weren't there, occasionally passing right through them. The village people, simple farmfolk by the looks of them, were all standing around and looking to a billowing cloud of smoke on the horizon.<br/><br/>One pair of people who stood out was a frail, sickly looking woman, still relatively young and a small, pale boy who was clinging to her dress. He looked to be no older than six but even at that age he was unmistakeable. Cal was staring at him, not moving, not even blinking.<br/><br/>A sudden panic swept through the crowd and all turned to look at the cloud of smoke. Armed men on horses were swarming over the hill towards the little village. People were caught in a mad rush trying to get away but it was all for nothing. The riders were upon them in no time, cutting the people down and hurling flamming torches into the houses.<br/><br/>Cal continued to stare at the pale boy and his mother. An arrow sailed out of the sky and struck her in the back. She was dead before she hit the ground.<br/><br/>As fire consumed the village, the attackers rode off, riding down everyone who had tried to run.<br/><br/>The fire died down quickly and then nothing moved. Except a small boy, crawling out from under the charred corpse of his mother and wiping the soot and ash from his eyes. Despite having lost everything, he did not cry.<br/><br/>As the burned village faded back into the red mist, Cal spoke to Fexiryn and Lunacy. If aything, he looked even worse now, his eyes seemed grey and he seemed to have lost the air of arrogance and power he once held.<br/>"This is only the begging." He said quietly.