--------Forever Under the Hood--------

A fully black robe figure loomed at the East Ardougne entrance to the underground pass. Two vicious horns protruded from under the the matching jet-black hood, lifting it just enough to let a soft, blood colored light glow. It was estimated to be just above the crown of his nose when his head was gloomily tilted as it was. Two black, intricately patterned, red-veined gloves come out of the large ends of the arms on his robe.
One glove gripped the shaft of a brilliantly silver staff. Atop the staff adorned four white claws precariously gripping what appared to be a strangely cut Onyx gem. The light around the gem seemed to bend and swirl, giving anyone that stared at it a stiff headache.

A group of Magi passing by to secure the well in the depths of the pass, trembled at the sight of him and their sense to his aura. The dark figure gave a heavy sigh, and stepped forward. The Magi parted, one of them spoke.
"S-Shadow, how were your journies?"

A younger mage whispered a chuckle and a word to the mage next to him, "Heh, Shadow?"

The other mage lept from the young one's presence as the Silver staff passed through his abdomen.

"Ha! You misse-" He fell to the ground as blood ran out of his mouth and his inards fell off the staff.

The Magi, now stunned, fell to their knees and sat silent, waiting for Shadow to continue his journies. He continued his walk as the hood turned and the blood-red light was made visible to the Magi.

"They were successful. Warn your colleagues that don't remember my name, not to speak of it in the same tone as your former student had." Shadow turned back and walked to the massive doors separating East from West Ardougne.

One of the older, more powerful Magi thought he saw a black mist eminate from Shadow's robes and from where the staff effortlessly penetrated his fallen comrade.