___Shafts of dusty light stream through high vaulted windows as a shattering thud rang out. A shadowed figure with glowing red eyes reached out its jagged claws, gripping the sides of an iron container. It snarled, fighting some unseen force which grabbed at its ragged edges and seemed intent on drawing the being within. 
___Amidst that same dusty room, a short haggard figure breathed heavily. Dressed in a simple brown rag and orange gloves, the small, hairy headed figure gripped a short staff ornamented with a large round cat’s paw, pointing it towards the looming shadow. With a great step of its large, hairy feet, the short figure took a surprisingly great leap, swinging the staff in a mighty arc, crashing it into the shadow, knocking it into the iron container, shutting with a crash. A bright, twisting flash shot forth as the shadow was locked away, and drove itself into the old one, knocking him to the ground with a crash.
___Knowing the time was dire, the white haired figure released from its hand six shining lights. Slowly, the lights drifted through the high vaulted windows, floating up, higher and higher into the sky, until they broke into small white rings in the sky, seeking help from the Real World.