It was a silver midnight, the winter snow thick and sparkling in the moonlight. It was beautiful, but he had to ignore it. He wasn't here for scenery, he was here for the book. He was here for a spell. It was a simple one, simple as Thixium Noxius, as that was in fact the words. He had to get them, it wasn't simple. But it was worth it after the eternal eclipse. Power for him, forever. And he'll grow much stronger. Something followed him, he looked back. His eyes widened in fear, it was... It was him. A cry came from him before crimson blood fell and stained the glistening snow, only leaving a silence.