[center][h2]Markula[/h2][/center]

Markula watched the castle from the hills, hidden in the shade of barn. The sun beat down on the earth around him. He could make it stop, he could cover the sun with stormy clouds but it wasn't time yet. [i]Let them have time, after all I have all the time in the world[/i] he thought [i]nothing they can do can stop me. I will have what I want.[/i]

Markula picked up a blade of grass, it turned to ash in his hands. He smiled at the thought he could lay to waste the entire kingdom. The kingdom ashes much like the grass. [color=red]"Soon"[/color] he wispered as dark tendril stretched accross the ground, grass turning to ash as it touched it.