"Very good you are almost completely ready now, another day or two and I think you'll be ready." Tom told his son. Johnathon looked shocked he thought... it would take at least two months of training not five and a half weeks. Looking over at his father to make sure he'd heard right he saw his father shake his head yes. That night, in the darkness many powerful mages moved through the forest towards the keep. The older looking leader of the men wore a grim and cruel look that reached all the way. "Henry hadn't exaggerated; the fire was nice – not too small but not so large as to drive everyone deep into the woods. Pete, who was naked, as was Thomas, had a big kettle of water boiling and he handed everyone a cup of hot cocoa while Thomas distributed blankets for every one."Okay ... the best way to get warm is to snuggle really close two by two and to cover both your backs with a blanket, leaving the front open to the fire. I suggest you use the other blanket as a seat cushion; I don't. But there was no one there.I quickly got to my feet and scanned frantically around at the spooky gravestones; willow trees, brown and orange leaves on the ground that had fallen from the other trees. My heart pounded in my chest.Suddenly, someone appeared from behind a tree. A man. A tall, thin, pale young man, with a gaunt handsome face. His hair was blonde and slicked back from his face. "Hello, my pretty," he said, smiling. I walked backwards as he started walking towards me. I jumped in. ”Tim says that sounds like a good plan. He opens one bottle of wine and fills a glass for Abbie to start. “Let me take a quick shower, and the show will begin,” Tim tells her. Abbie giggles and agrees. While Tim showers, she brings the wine and glasses into the bedroom, open the drawers with Tim’s new clothes some, and the closet door for the dress shirts. Then she sits in the middle of the bed, waiting for the show to begin.Tim comes out of the shower drying himself to see the stage.