A man in stained mage robes busies around a small workshop. He has been preparing for this moment for years and does not want to ruin all his work because of anticipation. He looks to a chart and the sun catches his face. His dark eyes twinkle maliciously and his face is marked by the evil thoughts that constantly circulate through his head.
"She is coming!" he whispers feverishly as he begins the incantation. He sways and mummers in a strange language. An evil gleam cast the room in bloody light. The light grows brighter and brighter. The mage's voice grows stronger until he is screaming at the top of his lungs. Suddenly the light begins to fade and the mage's voice drops back to a whisper. He watches a small ball of red light that hovers in the center of the dirty workroom. He takes a step forward and peers into it. Inside is a picture of a girl. She has long black hair and light grey eyes. The mage smiles greedily.
"She is perfect." The ball begins to grow, larger and larger until it is human size, then the girl steps out.