Lightning lit up the sky.

Colonel Christopher Brandon was sat within his carriage, sighing as he watched the rain become more intense. The driver seemed fine - likely having some sort of coverage from the oak trees above. Lightning continued to light up the sky, thunder sounding alike to the cannons he had heard fired in the war.

As the carriage started to voyage farther to it's destination, it left the forest and entered the farming fields. Now with no cover - he did slightly worry for his carriage driver. He opened the door of the carriage slightly, and yelled out. "Morgan!? Can you hear me!?" He felt the rain shoot against him, the wind lashing and whooshing.

"Are you alright, Morgan- the weather seems to be getting worse!" He yelled louder now, and finally heard the response of the driver. "ALL FINE SIR! NOTHING I CAN'T HANDLE!" Brandon sighed, and spoke once more. "Do be careful!" Than, he shut the door and tried to get more comfortable.

Eventually, he was back at his estate. He sat in the drawing room, quietly reading as the fireplace crackled. The storm continued to roll on, rain lashing against the windows as he turned another page. His mind wandered, he was getting old now, and he was divorced. He needed to remarry sometime soon, his father and brother dead - he was seemingly the only man left in the family now.

He must do something.