• Her eyes where flickering in the light of the small candle. Her skin glowed with a rare and unique color. It wasn’t purple, nor blue, or green. As her deep green eyes searched the room, looking for the object that she had asked her to find, the whispering voices from the everlasting clocks on the wall started sing with their bells of time. Her long red mane like hair played in the silent wind that roamed as the only living thing around her beauty. Her Lips where pail and would not speak nor move until it had been found. Her long dark ropes hang carefully and still around her thin body. She moved slowly towards a small chest in the other end of the small room. Her bare feet mad no sound when steeping on the cold and grey stone floor. She sat the candle down on the floor, and with her long beautiful hands opened the chest with such an ease, that it was like it wasn’t there. Slowly she started to empty the chest. Keys, old note books, a silly necklace, and lots of other tings flew though the air as she made her way to the bottom of the chest. She rose up with an animal like movement. There it was. The dragon’s skull. Her mouth didn’t move, but her eyes smiled, like no other person could get them to do. Her master would be so happy. With an elegant single move the grapped the skull with her long fingers. She stood there, for what could have been an eternity, looking at it in the light of the candle. But no time to terry, she putted quickly the skull down in the leather bag that hanging in the belt a friend had given her so long ago. She took the candle again, and sneaked out the room. The long and dark hallways where full of watching eyes as she crept through them. Sculptures, paintings, and other decorative items that roamed the long hallways where all looking at her, keeping an eye on her every move. It could have seen like ages finding her way though the corridors, if it wasn’t because of the creatures following her, hiding just out of range of the light from the candle. She ran down an other corridor, then an other, then past the opening foyer, then though the hidden passage behind the sculpture of her master, and then at last, she stood before it. The big wooden door, with the engravings of the old people. She could, and probably would, had read the engravings before going inside if it wasn’t because of the candle’s light had almost diapered, and the creatures of the shadows moving closer and closer. She could feel their cold eyes watching her. She slipped though the door and into the warm and friendly office of her master. The smell of the fire place and the rose’s standing over by the big window in the other side of the room, brought back the rememorize of the first time she had been standing right there where she was standing now, on the soft and warm carpet. Her master sat at the big table in the middle of the room. He was old, yes, and maybe also a bit old timers. But he was like a father to her. His warm and friendly brown eyes looked at her eagerly. He knew. His now almost grey skin looked like leather in the light of the crackling fire place. His hair that once had been deep brown where now grey, and was tied tightly to the back of his head. He smiled, showing his white teeth. His long brown ropes could have looked like some creature slowly consuming him, if it wasn’t because of the rainbow colored tribal marking. He had once told the where magical words that was there to protect. But she wasn’t sure. After all, he has always been a bit scared of telling the truth. Many lies are laying behind his innocent old face. She walked slowly towards him.
    -“I found it Master. I knew I had seen it. It was in the room of time. That’s where you normally keep your things. And umm... Isn’t there anything you can do about the, well, you know what... They are creeping the life out of me.
    He just looked at her with his silly smile.
    “They live here as well Enac. All you do is ignoring their presents. Then they shall leave you alone. But I shall talk to them, if that pleases you.”
    -“Thank you master, that would be wonderful.”
    -“The Skull?”
    -“Um, What?”
    -“Enac.. The dragon skull. You said you found it. I need it to complete the spell....”
    -“ Oh, Sorry master, forgive me. I-its right here.”
    She took the skull out of the bag. He looked at it with such eagerly eyes that I could had exploded. He was happy all right. She laid the skull carefully on the wooden table. She stood there, looking at him, wondering what he was going to do. But quickly realized that he wanted to be alone.
    -“I will retire now. Send Lupi if you need anything.”
    She looked over at the big hairy creature laying over by the fire place watching her with his yellow eyes.
    -“Thank you Enac. I will see you at sun rise.”
    She nodded and turned around to walk out the big door again. Soon after, she stood in the corridor again. It was cold, as always, and the shadowy creatures started to emerge from behind every painting and sculpture. She knew they had been waiting on her. She remembered what her master had said, and started to walk down the corridor. She crawled through a couple of hidden passages, and came to a short corridor. There was only one door in this corridor, but that door was bigger and scarier than any of the others. Chills ran down her back as she looked at it. A huge skeletal like lock made sure no one could go inside. She had always wanted to go inside, but never dared to go near it. There was something about the door that just made her want to go inside, but it was still keeping her away. She had been here, serving her master since she was just a little child. But never had she gone down and even looked though the key hole. No one had ever said that she couldn’t. She shook her head and turned the corner. When she finally came to the door to her room, she felt too tired to even open the door. It had been a long day. She stood there for a couple of minutes, looking at the painting to the left of the door. The moon light from the big windows on the other side of the corridor made it possible to see the painting. It was a painting of a creature she had ever found out what was. Big blue eyes, fairy wings, a flower dress, and a weird hat that reminded her of an onion, its skin were pail and looked soft. She had once asked her master, but he had just said it was a reminder of what once had been. Slowly she opened the door. She walked inside and started to look for a candle, or something that could light her room a bit up. She dragged her ropes over the floor as she slowly moved around the room. She found some matches on the table over by the small window and used them to light the fire place. The warmth from the fire felt wonderful. Roaming the cold corridors in bare feet hadn’t been anything near pleasurable. She took off the rope and got into her pajamas again. Her sight was blurry and her head hurted. She dropped down onto her bed and took a beep breath. “Perhaps it was a good idea to buy some slippers for these night....” She mumbled for her self, the last few words disappeared as she felt her eyes heavier and heavier. Just a second later she was asleep. Its hard to be a wizards assistants.