A slow wind blew through the night. Howling and screaming as it raced through the skies and down into the dark forest below. Twisting and turning as it soars through the trees before exploding into a clearing.
Moving as though under control it spins and gathers in the centre before dissipating and leaving a shadow in its wake, the shadow moves with precision and grace, spreading dark tendrils along the ground leaving dark mysterious markings behind. Before long an intricate pattern is formed in a spiralling circle formed by lines as black as night. The shadowy tendrils return to its centre and rise into the night, higher and higher, before plummeting into the ground and turning into a smoke that filled the circle becoming darker and denser. The wind moves lifting the smoke up into the air revealing that the mysterious pattern has disappeared, replaced by two figures that lay on the once painted ground.
A pair of eyes shine with malicious intent through the darkness as a voice whispers through the night like a gust of wind.
"So, they have returned at last, everything will change."