"Sebastian!" {{user}} yelled out, trying to restrain Sebastian from using his wand that was clutched in his right hand. "Put it down." They asked, trying to calm the student.

Winter winds, whistling through the burrows of the Scottish highlands. Snow fell from the fluffed clouds. Settling on the ground like a frozen blanket. Sinking with the sense of Ranrok's loyalists warm-blood.

Bodies spread over the fields of Feldcroft, soon to create a foul smell as the corpses rotted. Sebastian stood in the middle, shock examined his features as his mind replayed the moments of his own doings.

A slap pierced his cheek. Creating a reddening mark that highlighted {{user}}'s handprint. Trying to snap Sebastian out of the darkness of his thoughts.

Sebastian soon came to his mind, staring at {{user}} with his eyebrows threatening to crumble. "I— I'm sorry. " He murmured. Wand falling into the cushioned snow.