A dark storm rose up over the mountains. The clouds flashed with lightning dancing in them. The sky screamed with thunder. A Rose-colored drink sat silently on a small wooden end table and a hand that was pale and unmoved. The thin man was sitting on the velvet chair, eyes closed. The black hair dripped onto his chest. The sky had danced again letting light catch face of the victorian building.
The bright blue eyes fluttered open resisting a candle that floated by him. "Master?" A soft voice said from behind the chair.
"Are you awake? Sir?" A fair hair teenager came past. His skin was tan like any other surfer along the coast. His hair was layered all over leaving it in a mess. His index finger was covered in a large ring, it glimmered as it came close to the master's face. The young man touched his face, the masters eyes pierced the man but soon became gentle. "Master Volce?" he said.
Volce rejected him at first. The fair hair boy returned to a stand up position. "Sir?"
"I'm awake, Mal." Master said to him, Volce looked away from him. His cold hand raised, wiping the flame from the wick stick.
"Master?" Mal edged on.
"Mal.Leave me in peace."
"Yes master." Without another word Mal turned to the door. He walked over and turned back to the chair. What is wrong with him?He not usually... "MAL?!?!" A voice called out from beyond the door. Mal left the room quickly.