Lightening shrieked like zombies, and thunder rumbled like a clumsy giant. Rain poured like a gushing waterfall. The storm was the only sound that filled the empty streets. Lightening lit up dark houses like a spotlight, but as quickly as it came, the light disappeared. One could only imagine the number of wide eyes that loud and dismal night, but none knew the true reason for the storm except for the assumption of science.
In the middle of a dark crescent stood a tall house with windows that looked as if they had not been cleaned since the fall of the Roman Empire. On the second floor, the faint glow of a candle could be seen. If one would pass the dirty windows and would step inside the room, five lit candles would be the first impression. They were almost burned to the last bit of wax. In the centre of the room was an oddly-placed desk that had been scorched many moons ago. On the desk were scattered papers and a notebook. Next to the papers and notebook was a small wooden box that looked like a miniature crate. It would have looked as innocent as a vulnerable puppy, but it glowed and violently shook.
Only one person knew the source of the storm but was nowhere to be found.
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