As Arn dove deeper into his connection with the Thread and with Eilis a dark shadow loomed, as it forced its way ever closer to the Mage and seeking to cut him off. The darkness even spreading when Arn moved even closer, before it lashed out forcing the mage to pay attention.
A distorted booming voice cut through the mage's thoughts, strangely it seemed to echoe in his ears, despite the silence that dominated the room they were sleeping in.
[color=003471]"STOP. Halt your advances Mage. Turn back."[/color] It felt old and ancient and certainly not mortal.
Eilis still was fast asleep in his arms, unaware what was happening.
A darkness tore accross Arn's vision, drowning out all that was visible, before being blinded by a simple flame. It was about the size of a head and as it burned voraciously its light forced the shadows to confess a little more colour and shape. That of a figure, a male figure that eyed Arn with burning eyes. The flames streaked out of them crowning a bald head and shadows formed the wide robes, as the man's form seemed to take shape and form itself from the shadows and darkness there.
[color=003471]"You have no business here. Leave."[/color] The voice thundered again, though no mouth spoke these words and no lips moved or voice rang out. Instead the pupilless eyes regarded him with contempt and utter boredom.
He stretched his arm out, a finger pointing to Arn.
[color=003471]"Leave."[/color] He commanded once more, clearly losing his patience and intending to act.