Misha stared outside, and saw that the whole sky was gloomy. She smiled through her tears. She always seemed to think that the whole sky is always so much in sync with her mood.

Her sadness seeped through the air and reached the clouds to come down on the Earth as rain. The water droplets seeps through the pores of the ground and laces the soil particles lovingly. It is almost the same love as the mother who returns back home to her kids and showers them with lots of love.

Misha saw the fishes jumping in the pond, overjoyed with the rain. She smiled helplessly. Those tiny creatures are so innocent. They love her so much, even while knowing that she might eat them up. She somehow formed a bond with them unknowingly. She cared for them. With the thought of 'care', a teardrop escaped her eyes and she wiped it off with her sleeve.

Suddenly, Misha remembered why she was here. She dusted off her pants and moved her palm in the air drawing certain symbols and a sky blue s.h.i.+mmering light appeared at the same place she drew something. She looked at the portal and whispered, "Hah! My magic is not the same anymore. It used to be so bright previously." She shook her head and stepped through the portal.

The light flickered for once, but didn't harm her. As soon as she entered it, she muttered, "East Village."

As if understanding her command, the portal vanished from the room, leaving the room the same way it was before. The candlelight was flickering and the pitter-patter of rain drops proved that it wasn't a dream.

Eun poked his long nose inside the room and saw that there was no one. He ran hurriedly with his short stubbly legs and when he finally reached his destination, he stood there panting out of breath.

"Master, she is gone.��

"I know. Tell them to stay alert. Keep an eye on them."

"As you command, Master."

"You may take your leave now." He commanded Eun. Eun deeply bowed in the similar way as before, his long nose touching the carpet on the floor.

As Eun excused himself, Laurie went to the inner chambers of his bedroom and sat cross legged there and closed his eyes, slowly relaxing his senses. His room was magically protected, so he could stay there without any disturbance. Relaxing his senses and calming them down, he tried to focus on something on his mind.

He calmed his mind down, and let his consciousness wander to a mysterious place. It was completely dark there. Tiny specs of light gleamed like fireflies floating in the dark, giving off an impression of profound mystery.

Laurie stood there with his eyes closed and then slowly enunciated, "My Lord, I need your help."

He kept chanting it like a mantra. He knew that if the Lord did not come then there would be a lot of problems. Misha would not be able to handle it. He knew that Misha might have a panic attack seeing that person again. Who knows what might happen. He did not want to take any risk. He did not like to take risks whose outcomes, he was unsure of.

A tiny silhouette was visible at the farthest end of the place. The rustle of his long cloak could be heard against the ground, which felt mossy beneath his feet, in the timeless and hypnotic silence.

The tiny silhouette grew larger and larger as it came nearer, and a woman stepped out of the shadows to join the man who was blessing him with his majestic presence.

Laurie slowly bowed down, unable to bear the extreme oppression from the person in front of him.

"Why have you summoned this Lord? This Lord was having an amazing time with his wife." The lady standing beside the man did not even blush at his words, but the surrounding temperatures rose a few degrees.

Her features were so exquisite that even G.o.ds envied her. But she was always loyal to her husband, to whom no woman dared to get close to.

"My love, are you hungry?" He asked his wife gently.

"No." Answering stiffly, she turned to face the man bowing in front of them and asked, "What happened? What help do you want?" Her face was too serious, and stern.

"Umm… I need help with the situation at the East Village. I sent Misha, but I am sure she still blames herself for his death. So…" He trailed off.

Each of them stood there in deep contemplation. They knew that Misha was being too hard on herself. She might break down seeing him. They weren't sure anymore.

"What sort of help do you want from us? You know that we are bound by magic. We have our rules. Unless something terrible happens, we are not supposed to go there."

"Yes, my Lord, I know that. It is just that, I have had this ominous feeling for a long time since I entrusted this task to Misha. I think something could go so wrong. Something, which I am not able to turn into words." He stopped, and a profound and dreadful silence followed his words.

"What do you think of this, my Love?" The Lord turned to his Lady and asked.

"I think we should not meddle."

Laurie raised his head and wanted to argue but a hand stopped him.

"Enough! What my lady says goes. We can't meddle in this and he needs to face those hurdles on his own. And, I suggest that you ask Misha not to meddle too. She needs to keep an eye on him, and keep him safe if any danger arises."