Cal and Griffith were walking down the hall, towards Attaly's room. They had each gotten off guard duty and were going to check up on their sister, as Griffith had said during dinner.

"What's that?" Cal asked suddenly, stopping.

"What's what?"

"There was a sort of shimmer over there. It looked like-"

The air shimmered again, and Darr, Rahm, Alth, and Attaly were revealed.

"What the-" Griffith was stunned. The invisibility cloak was pulled up, and the figures disappeared.

"That was Attaly. What are we waiting for?"

"Follow them. Now." The two crept off, Griffith resting his hand on his sword hilt, Cal reciting spells. When they reached the palace gates, they saw the steel doors open slightly; so slightly that the guards had not noticed. With a quick word to them, Cal and Griffith followed. It was hard work, tracking the people. Hard, but not impossible. The air shimmered when they moved. The people headed toward the stables. At the door, the two brothers stopped.

"Draw your sword and be ready, Brother." Cal muttered quietly. Griffith nodded. They walked inside.