Alice glanced up towards the sky, the dark luminous clouds began to block the sun. The birds twittering began to quiet, even the forest seemed to grow dreary. It was almost as if the storm was being forced upon the land, and the land wanted to reject. Reject desperately, in fact.

She brought a hand to the cross around her neck, feeling the forbidden tingle of magic.

"Vincent, It does seem a storm is on it's way", Her voice is still at a whisper as the clouds grow ever darker," I think you should be careful on your way 'home'."