For perhaps the hundredth time that night, the head of the council of mages turned to look behind him. He hoped that dreaded thing hadn't seen him back at the beach. He may have been old by normal standards but was quite young compared to most sorcerers. He wasn't sure how much longer he could run down this alley for. He wasn't used to working in the field like this. He was used to sitting in a chair ordering others around. As a consequence he wasn't the slimmest man. At least his long legs helped him get further. He made a mental note to start doing more exercise once he got back to safety in the tower of mages. If he got got there alive. He instantly dismissed the thought. He needed to keep running if he was to have any chance of survival. The alley seemed like it was never going to end. The sun had been setting when he had been manipulating the water back at the beach when he saw the green banshee float around the corner. He was quite certain that is was the green banshee of legend. If it was he should of just stood still and awaited his death back at the beach. No-one had ever survived after seeing the green banshee. She was said to have been the official bringer of death. Once you saw her no matter how hard you tried you would be hopeless against the banshee. The alley was probably a trick of the banshee, an entertaining scene before his death. And that's when he noticed the sun starting to rise. He had been running down this alley all night. People were starting to wake up and watch him run past wondering what he was doing running down the alley. Again he turned around to check behind him and that's when he saw it once more. It was a sight that he didn't think that he would ever see again. The tower of mages was only a few hundred meters away. He wasted no time climbing the nearest house to him. People were opening their windows and yelling at him to get down. They had to be mortals, otherwise they would of recognised the bald, rounded man who was now running across the rooftops. He could see a fresh pile of hay waiting to be taken to the nearby stables. He jumped and landed on top of the hay. He could almost feel the glare that the horse who was eating the hay give him. He ran towards the tower door and as he was about to open it he saw a green flash in front of him, and then in an instant, he died. The banshee floated off into the night knowing it had done its job.