Drops of sweat trickled down his forehead; his skin was covered in tattered cuts and the blood that spilled from them.

But still he did not stop, could not stop.

When he reached the top of the mountain there was the stone, purposefully his strength returned he strode foreword, nothing could stop him.

Reaching out his fingers he brushed the stone and felt a ripple of power run through his body.

“I own you, I am your king” he growled, and the stone echoed as the voices of thousands where caught mid-outcry and silenced.

**

The lady Farina felt the goose pimples on her arm before the cold sweat clutched her and she dropped her book on the floor.

She knew she had to reach someone, warn them of what had happened, panicking she jumped to her feet and headed for the great hall.

As she reached for the door handle the convulsions started.

**

The purple swathed hillside proved the perfect home for children skipping lessons; Evie lay out amongst the lavender, sleepy and sedate and dreamed.

Mical watched the clouds go by carelessly, ever so often lifting his hand up to touch them.

Suddenly Evie was doubled up in pain, screaming shrill high screams and Mical’s hand dropped like a stone to his side and he starred rigidly into the sky, both of them convulsed horribly as the power swept over them.

Controlling them, owning them, enslaving them.

The moment passed quickly but to the two children it seemed to last a life time.