Raleigh and his army also settled down that night, though in much lower spirits. His men were annoyed, and on edge. Their leader's mood made their own worse. Raleigh sat in his tent, brooding over maps, scowling deeply. The only noise he could hear was the drip drip of the faint rain that had started. Already there was a small puddle on the ground. The king heard a small hissing sound, and looked up irritably, thinking a lieutenant had come to speak with him. Instead, he saw the puddle shiver, then rise. The water seemed to form a head. Raleigh froze, staring at the puddle. The head turned in the man's direction.

Where is she? The God asked in a low, dangerous voice. Raleigh started shivering, for the tent had suddenly become cold, so cold that the king could see his breath.

"Sh-she w-was kidnapped, my God," Raleigh stuttered.

Who took her? He said in that calm, low voice.

"F-forgive me, my God, but can you not sense it? Are you not able to-"

Of course not! He yelled in rage. You have forgotten your legends! I am not able to sense her – any other I can…but not her. She is as powerful as me; I can only sense those weaker. Which is almost everybody. The gods sometimes elude me, when they are together…but that does not happen often anymore…

"I-I am sorry, my God. I had forgotten…but we are searching for her now. We have a lead…when we searched for her, I heard a sound…but I think I was fooled by her kidnappers. When we reached the place of the sound, we found nothing. I plan to continue the search tomorrow."

Yes, you will. You will find her, and bring her back. I will kill her then. I cannot take this chance again! The watery head collapsed upon itself, the coldness as well as the God's presence gone.

"Yes, I suppose he has come to far to let her get away now…my only regret is that I will have no chance for…fun."