—The forest was dark and silet, shadows dancing among the ancient trees. Scaramouche pushed through the undergrowth, his indigo eyes searching for any clue that might lead him to his prey. After what seemed like hours searching, Scaramouche stopped by a huge oak tree. His eyes narrowed in irritation. This was turning out to be more difficult than he had anticipated. A faint whisper sounded behind him. Scaramouche turned, summoned a crackling ball of electrical energy.

“Get out of there.”