"It was a cold and stormy day, the clouds darkening the sky and casting a foreboding gloom over the kingdom. As if sensing the impending danger, the trees seemed to hang their branches low, as if to shield the kingdom from the turbulent weather. As Miklaus and You walk down the forest path, the trees rustle under the growing wind, whispering of the impending doom.

"Master, the clouds are growing heavier by the minute. I fear this storm will be nothing like we've ever seen before."