Aberon, a tall man, with a gray bread and eyes like his daughter's, paced in his bedchambers. He was growing annoying at his twin brother for being late and picked up a goblet and drunk its red contents. His brother came storming into the room and looked at his brother.

"The hags have foreshadowed the worst," Oberon said with a shortest of breath.

Aberon looked at his brother, confused, and asked, "What are you talking about?"

"The witches that you called here have seen your daughter will fall into a great tragedy."

"Where are they? I need to talk to them. Now!" the man screamed at his brother.

"The great hall,"

Aberon stormed out of his chambers and ran toward the great hall. Once he reached if he threw the door open and saw the three ladies.

"What is the meaning of what you have predicted for my daughter?" he screamed at them in utter rage.

The closest woman looked at him and clearly said, "You asked and we have told and now we must leave,"

The man looked at her as if he wanted to slap her, but he let her and the other two walk by him and out of the castle.