The shadow of a man about to go on a journey looms before me. I kick a pebble into the river and hear the satisfying sound of a plop. The water before me has no magic, but the scroll hidden is to cure mankind from the magic of the big lake. 

One month was the deadline set to plan out anything. Part of the plan was to set up a safe enough dwelling place in the event of an evacuation. Grace Mo and I would be well hidden should additional security measures be undertaken by the ...