The Shadow's Call.

Deep into the night, a knock comes lightly against the wooden door. There is no answer from the residents within.

A marc passes by, and another knock raps lightly against the door. Yet, no answer from within.

Morning dawns, children wake, smoke rises, and men work. Rifter falls, Demon Eyes loom, and darkness sweeps o'er the lands.

A knock echoes in the dead of night. Someone stirs within.

Another knock, and a finally a light. Soon, the light is extinguished, and dawn breaks over the horizon.

Several nights pass, and each night the same soft knock comes upon the door. No one within hears it.

A howling wind speeds across the plains and causes the house to shiver and creak under it's power. A boy stirs within and slowly sits up in his bed as another gust of wind slams against the home. Startled, the boy hops out of bed and runs to his parents room to rouse them. The house shifts noticeably as another gust slams upon it.

Too late.

As dawn breaks the next morn, all that was left of the home was the cornerstone it was built upon.

The Shadow called, and there was no answer.