Lady Timpani stood from her room inside her house and was taken aback by the sight outside. A dark cloud of purple mist was fuming from the Castle Variado upon the cliff. Turning around and racing down the stairs she met her father.
"Father, hast you seen the dark cloud outside?" Timpani asked as she greeted her father with a smile.
"Aye, and you should remain here, the cloud seethes with evil."
Timpani, who wanted to see what this cloud of dark energy was, lied, "But I have to go pick up something from the Market."
Timpani's father sighed and looked at her with a trusted smile.
"Very well…but be careful, and hurry back!"
Timpani smiled and hugged her father before running down the stair and out into the town.
The once peaceful aura of the town was gone, the gentle breeze had became a typhoon of winds, Timpani had trouble standing for a moment, but pressed onward toward the tallest point in town, the bridge at the river.
Running as fast as she could, braving the winds, Timpani ran toward the bridge. All the other townsfolk ran inside their homes, creating a flood of activate against her movements. But still she pushed her way through until she reached the bridge.
The bridge was made from stone and iron and stood quite tall, in its entirety it was the most beautiful structure that the town held. A large door on the right side allowed access to the top of the bridge, used for maintenance, but Timpani had learned how to get inside without a key.
Removing one of her hairpins, aside from the butterfly, she pried the door lock open and walked inside. She ran up the stairs and exited at the top of the structure and looked toward the castle and the cliff.
Suddenly there was a flash of lightning, Timpani screamed and threw her hands over her mouth as she saw a sight she never thought she would see.
On the cliff, a figure was falling…falling…falling down…onto the earthen ground below.
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Blumiere stood in the Throne Room only a moment longer before bursting out the doors.
He and his father had done it again, once again they had fought.
"But Father," Blumiere protested, "The Dark Prognosticus must be destroyed! It is to powerful!"
Blumiere's father laughed and held up the book. "This book holds the secrets of the future! With it we shall be able to guide our land into peace and prosperity!"
Blumiere took the book away from his father and threw it to the ground. His father and the Satures gasped.
"Blumiere what ails you!? How dare you harm this tome!"
"Father, this is madness! This book contains powers you could never control!"
The Count scoffed and picked up the book.
"Tis the truth dearest count, none you wield it come about, each one dies, from power and greed, two of which I know you feed!"
The count laughed once again and began to leave the room.
"Thee is right…this book is to powerful for even I to wield, and so it shall be locked away…would this make thee happy Blumiere?"
"Quite!"
And so the Count locked away the Dark Prognosticus. But as he left the room one of the Satures turned to Blumiere.
"Shadows choke the light, though will be inside thus plight, Count of Darkness you are not, but evil is your heart that rots!"
These words floated inside Blumiere's mind as he walked toward the cliff, to look out upon the town below.
Never got to the town Blumiere! Never speak to humans! They wish you dead!
Blumiere remembered his father telling him these words, but why? The Humans looked kind, and gentle. Why would they hurt him? Do they fear the Tribe of Darkness?
Just as these thoughts ran through his mind the storm overhead grew worse.
Before Blumiere knew it a large bolt of lightning shot from the sky and struck the ground no more than three feet from him.
Blumiere jumped, the earth beneath him crumbled, and he fell screaming to the ground below.
As he fell he saw a figure in blue standing on the bridge run toward him…….
Blumiere blacked out as he reached the ground, and with a sickening thud hit the ground with all his force.
A girl in a blue dress ran to him and knelt down.
"Oh my…by the worlds…"
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Timpani banged on the door to her home. Soon after her mother stood and opened the door, then shrieked and her hand flew to her mouth.
"Oh my….FATHER! GET OVER HERE!"
Timpani's father bounded down the stairs and ran to his wife and daughter.
"Timpani!"
Timpani was soaked in water, rain had began to fall down upon the town. She was propping the man up with her body, he was unconscious and covered in mud and blood.
"Mother! Father! Please, we must help him!"
The three of them moved the young man into the house and laid him down in a bed they had extra and set to work trying to help him.
Mother ran to the kitchen to find a bowl of water, Father ran for some medicine, and Timpani knelt at the man's side and tried to see if he would wake. His cape was torn, his hat crushed, and his arms scuffed with blood. A large gash on his head and side showed where he had fallen through a tree, and the many cuts showed as well.
His skin wasn't the same paste color of the three humans; it was a dark almost purple color.
He was not human; he was of the Tribe of Darkness…